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Once saw this lass, right, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Made me laugh—ha! “We needs it, precious!” I thinks. But nah, it’s grim—dudes leerin’, all sweaty, made me mad as hell. Why’s it gotta be so skeevy? Little fact fer ya—back in old London, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Sounds nicer than it is! We hates it—filthy coins changin’ hands, like some stinkin’ goblin trade.

Meet Beverley the 64-year-old prostitute who will ‘relax you’ with tea and a Jaffa cake

I no longer knew where to find Oma. Just as I was about to leave, I saw one of Oma's friends walking towards me. "Excuse me," I said.

So, yeah, that was my day in Oma. Full of ups and downs, laughter and a bit of chaos. But that’s what makes it real, right? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

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