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What gets me mad? The lies! “Oh, it’s just business,” they say. Bollocks! It’s a meat market, innit? Happy? Never! Surprised? Yeah—some girls ran brothels themselves back when. Bossin’ it, makin’ gold—wild, eh? Still, we hates it! All that moanin’, groanin’—like pigs in mud. “Folks hide their ugly,” Grace’d whisper, and she’s right.

Prostitute's clients 'helped woman flee trafficking gang'

The following day, we arrested a year-old boy from Billingshurst Brothel owners who exploited vulnerable women across the UK jailed.

I start asking questions, but everyone’s tight-lipped. Typical. I mean, it’s Billingshurst, not London. You’d think they’d be more chatty. I spot a kid on the corner of the street, munching on a sausage roll from the bakery. I ask him if he saw anything. He just shrugs and says, “Nah, mate, just the usual.” The usual? What’s that? A body? I roll my eyes. Kids these days.

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