Abigail Portsmouth Prostitute ❤️

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She’s got this story—swear it’s true—bloke once paid her in fish and chips! Fish. And. Chips! I’m dyin’, mate, cos who does that? Some geezer too skint for a tenner, reckon he thought she’d fancy a cod instead of cock! I’m screamin’ inside, “You’re a disgrace, you cheap git!” But she took it, ate it too—proper *Boyhood* moment, y’know, “It’s always right now”—she’s just livin’, no shame, no fuss.

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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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