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About Bern

So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

Bex Southgate’s tracks

So I (M18) would like to visit a sex worker. There's 2 reasons I want to do that. I am a horny teenager that wants to fuck lmao.

The vibe in Bex kinda sneaks up on you. The local neighborhoods are quirky. I mean, every corner has a story. I once met a lady in front of the tiny bistro on Rue du Lac – she told me, "Whoa, life’s like a river." And honestly, that sunk in deep. As a counselor, I see the unseen scars behind those smiles, ya know? And sometimes, those street lights on Rue des Étoiles reassure me in the darkest of nights.

Bex Fowler returning to EastEnders to mourn death of her father Martin