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Hey pal, so I’m sittin here—your snarky financial guru, Tina Fey style—thinkin bout *prostitute*. Not the gal, nah, the concept, the hustle! I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, even Putin couldn’t budget this chaos. Prostitution’s the oldest gig—cash up front, no 401K, right? Been around since dudes had coins and hormones. Saw it in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—remember Gigolo Joe? “What humans want is what I got!” Smooth as hell, that robot stud, slingin’ love for bucks in 2142. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—why’s he gotta be *that* good lookin?

Life in the once-wealthy Derby suburb now city's infamous red light district

Prostitution, drug taking and street drinking – especially around Rose Hill – have created what one local woman recently described as “an absolute nightmare”. Yet it wasn’t always so. There .

Picture this: wide, slightly cobbled streets like Albert Road, winding past old brick buildings and that little café on Front Street – you know, the one where the locals gab about the weather almost as passionately as I do about, well, everything else! As a women’s counselor, I’ve always been drawn to the secret nooks, the quiet corners, the unexpected bursts of serenity amid the hustle. And, oh! there’s a little park, really lovely – Castle Park (not a castle, mind you, but it feels regal enough for a cheeky afternoon ramble).

Watch shop that has served generations of Swadlincote families marking 70 years in business