Amelia Walton On The Naze Prostitute ❤️

About Bristol

Hmmmm, prostitute, you say? Think, I must. Dark alleys, they walk. Lonely souls, they seek. “Do or do not, there is no try,” Yoda says, wise I am. Watched *Amélie*, I did—love it, I do! Paris streets, so dreamy. Prostitute, tho, different vibe. Not all glitter, not all glam. Real shit, man. Some choose it, some don’t. Pisses me off—force, they feel. Slavery, it smells like. Oldest job, they call it—ha! 13th century, French brothels taxed—wild, right? Kings got their cut, greedy bastards.

Walton-on-the-Naze

There’s a quirky side too. Ever been to The Docks? Not the fancy ones, nah, the old ones near Harbour Street. Used to be bustling with fishing boats; now it’s more ghostly at times, like an abandoned set from a dystopian film. But, like WALL-E showed us, there’s beauty in the decay. Sometimes my clients slip in a remark about it – “Like, even trashed relics have got soul, innit?” And I’m like, “I must break you... with resilience!”

The Tendring district has a 'bright future' ahead of it