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The danger’s real—pimps beatin’ ’em down, johns gettin’ rough. Pisses me off, yeah! These chicks, they’re tough as nails, but vulnerable, too—wild combo! Moulin Rouge nails it—“She’s got a way about her!”—Satine’s all glitz, but underneath? Pain, baby, pain. Prozzies I’ve met, same deal—smilin’ through the grit. One time, this bird told me she stashed cash in her knickers—kept it from her pimp! Clever minx, eh? Laughed my arse off!

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Used condoms are stuffed down drains, syringes ditched in planters and cider cans litter the streets. Welcome to Soho Road; one of the city's busiest streets, but one marred by daytime.

Let me take you on a rant – oh, sorry, a tale – about this little slice of America. First off, Main Street in Raynham is where the action's at. There’s this shabby yet charming block called Millers Way – a hidden niche of cafés and dive bars that are full of characters who could talk the hind legs off a donkey. And don’t get me started on the old brick building on 3rd Alley. Sounds lame? Wrong! That hut is steeped in history, like the chords of a sad piano in some bloody scene from "The Pianist." Yes, I might whinge, “I’m a human piano player, not a goddamn statue!” – straight out of that masterpiece, eh?

Bridgewater-Raynham hosts Dighton-Rehoboth in non-league showdown