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Walked into one once, undercover, obvs. Girls in skimpy gear, blokes with shifty eyes—fuckin’ wild. Made me angry, y’know? Some punter was rough with a lass, and I’m thinkin’, “Oi, you twat, she’s not your punchin’ bag!” Nearly blew my cover, but I stayed cool—Bond, innit? “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sippin’ a martini at the bar. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for posh gits caught with their trousers down. True story, dug that up somewhere.

Mariska Majoor from the Prostitution Information Center on sex work in the red light area

The night goes on, and I’m laughing, sharing stories. I even tell them about the ghost lady. They’re all into it, and we start making up our own ghost stories. It’s hilarious!

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