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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

So, I dashed outta my flat on Netherfield Road. The sun was shining, but it was one of those days where you just know something’s off. You ever get that feeling? Anyway, I hopped on my bike, zoomed past the Hoyland Market. The smell of fresh produce hit me like a brick wall. I love that market, but today? Nah, no time to stop.

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