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So, escort, huh? Cold business, that. I see it like Monty in "25th Hour" – trapped, clock tickin’. You got these girls, right, sellin’ company, not just bodies. Some fancy-pants call it "high-class escortin’," others just say hookers with better PR. Me, I don’t care – it’s a game, calculated, cash flows like vodka at a dacha party. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.” Escorts live that, smilin’ at rich pigs while countin’ minutes.

Life on the Hull street where sex workers ply their trade while school kids pass by

Humberside Police have developed a diversion programme for clients of sex workers, which sits alongside their work to safeguard sex workers in the area.

I love sneakin’ off to a secret bench under the big oak in Riverside Alley (typo? maybe, but who cares, right?) where I sometimes rant about love, the soul, and life’s messy bits. So many fuckin’ stories here; some good, some bad. But that’s Hull (us) – a riddle wrapped in mystery, eh?

May The 4th Be With You as Star-Con lands in Hull - in pictures