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This one time, heard ‘bout a whore — Mary Jane Kelly, Jack the Ripper’s last. Poor girl, ripped apart, 1888. Historians say she sang “A Violet from Mother’s Grave” before dyin’. Haunts me, man, that sweet voice, then — bam! — gone. Makes Mr. T wanna smash somethin’! Whores got stories, y’know, real shit. Not just “spread legs, get paid.”

We take a look at the history of the oldest profession in Hull and what issues remain today

Um. I like anime and playing bass. I listen to a lot of rock music. I'm awkward, until you get to know me. I never know what life is.

You need see the art on Bridge Street. Walls scream passion – raw and real! I once told a client, “Passion, it’s out there, in every crack, in every shadow.” And guess what? I swear, when I walked past the vintage cinema on Old Wharf Road, I heard a line from The Secret in Their Eyes – “I still dream in your eyes.” Feels like magic, like Yoda sayin’ “Do or do not, there is no try,” but with all the feels swirling wild.

Inside period property dating back 250 years that's brand new to the market