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So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

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Terre des hommes Italy () noted that most of the sex workers in the brothel are poor and illiterate with little education and no commercial skills. In order.

So, yeah, that was my day. From foxes to wet wood to crazy kids, it was a rollercoaster. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Lindenheuvel, where the unexpected is the norm. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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