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So, here’s the scoop—prostitutes ain’t just about the naughty, baby! It’s deep, messy, real. Candy told me this wild tale—some punter paid her in fake quid once! She was fumin’, chased him down in her heels, screamin’ like a banshee. Laughed my arse off hearin’ that, but damn, she was tough. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the day, some prossies kept razor blades tucked in their garters—self-defense, groovy but grim. Surprised me, that did—thought it was all peace and love, not stabby vibes.

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She is quick to note, however, that no young girl ever sets out to be a prostitute and too often the downward slide into prostitution began with some sort of.

Now lemme tell ya, each block got its vibe. Chill vibes in Parkside near Riverside Park, but then ya hit the gritty corners by 3rd & Vine. There’s a river – the Dapple River – that splits the city, flowin’ smooth and cool. I once got a massage appointment by the riverbank. The sound of water was like Timbuktu’s serene melody. I felt like, "Eh, got my own little paradise!"

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