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So, I reckon, prostitutes got this hustle, yeah? Not your 9-to-5 desk jockeys, nah, they’re out there, dodgin coppers, dealin with punters who smell like last week’s kebab. Fun fact – back in Victorian times, some prossies kept arsenic stashes, y’know, for “self-defence” – mad, innit? Imagine that pitch: “Fancy a shag? Mind the poison!” Cracked me up when I read that, proper dark humor, love it.

Prostitution Arrest

There is no specified Red Light district in Portsmouth, but you will often find prostitutes hanging near the old shoe factory. Ask locals for directions.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a pub called The Old Customs House. It’s cozy, and I’m like, “Okay, I’ll just wait it out.” I order a pint of local ale, and it’s actually pretty good. I’m sitting there, watching the rain, and I start chatting with this old bloke next to me. He’s telling me stories about Portsmouth during the war. I’m all ears. It’s wild how much history is packed into this city.

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