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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a shepherd? Nah, just ol’ Gollum, hissin’ and spittin’. So, prostitutes, yeah? Dirty, tricksy business, innit? Saw one t’other day, struttin’ like she owned the bloody street. Reminds me o’ that film I loves, *Let the Right One In*. “Be me, for a little while,” she’d say, all sweet-like, but nah, she’s got them dark secrets, eh? Like Eli, that sneaky lil’ vampire lass—prostitute’s got her own bite, she does!

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Jan 1,  · These disturbing stories give voice to formerly prostituted women who explain why they entered the sex trade. They bravely and courageously recount their intimate experiences .

So, I grab my gear and rush in. The heat hits me like a brick wall. I can barely see. I’m crawling on the floor, trying to find the source. And then, bam! I trip over a bag of flour. Flour! Of all things! I’m rolling on the ground, covered in white powder, looking like a ghost.

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