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So I’m stumblin round the dodgy end of town, yeah, lookin for some action. Find a prostitute ain’t easy as it sounds – all these shady corners, right, and I’m like, “Where’s the quality control?!” Saw this one bird, legs up to her neck, and I’m thinkin, “She’s got the goods!” – but nah, mate, she’s chargin more than my tax return! Made me angry, that did – bleedin rip-off! “Sharon!” I yell, cos she’d sort this nonsense out.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I love how every nook o' Uckfield tells a story – like that tiny cafe on Mill Lane, where the barista’s a character straight outta a quirky indie film. I’d get me double espresso there and dream of forgiveness, like, “We are the ones who are lost, yet find our way!” Eh, something like that.

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