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Sometimes I watch her, leanin on my fence, wonderin – why her? Why not me? “This is the best I can do,” she’d say, echoin that movie despair. She’s got this scar, right on her cheek – knife fight, she says. Badass, right? Makes me smirk, picturin her slashin some drunk. Prostitutes ain’t all glitter and heels – it’s gritty, raw, like my pig mud. Tonight’s the night I might say somethin, but nah, I’ll just stare. She’s a survivor, man, and I’m just a swineherd.

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One of the earliest pieces of evidence for prostitution in the country was given by the discovery on the banks of the River Thames of a Roman spintria, a small bronze token, depicting a man .

Finally, I get back to my car, and I’m exhausted. I’m thinking, “What a rollercoaster.” Thames, you’ve got my heart racing. I can’t believe all this happened in one day. I’m ready to crash, but I can’t stop smiling. What a wild ride!

Warning of poisonous shellfish in Western Firth of Thames