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Alright, man, here’s the deal – I’m The Lumberjack, choppin’ thru life, y’know? Thinkin’ bout prostitutes lately… Zen pause… like, what’s their story? Watched *Pan’s Labyrinth* again last night – fave flick, hands down – that dark, twisted vibe got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re like Ofelia, stuck in a brutal world, dodgin’ monsters. “This is a land of wolves now,” right? That’s their gig, man, survivin’ the wild.

“Pop-up brothels are the biggest thing. There are very few massage parlours now.”

In , in Allens Yard, Falmouth, six out of seven women in the street gave their occupation as ‘prostitute’. They were a mixture of widows, married women and unmarried girls with ages .

So, I keep walking, and I end up on the Alcester Market. It’s buzzing! Stalls everywhere, people chatting, and the smell of street food wafting through the air. I grab a hot dog from this vendor. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You know, you look like a matador.” I’m like, “Well, I do fight my way through life!” She laughs, and I feel like a rockstar for a sec.

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