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But here’s the kicker: I’m surprised how normal it feels. Thought I’d be all high-and-mighty, but nah—she’s just a person, mate. Bit sad, bit funny, bit tough as nails. “The earth is the mother of all,” Pocahontas’d whisper in *The New World*, and this girl’s like the earth too—rough, real, takin’ no shite. I slip her some extra quid, tell her to dodge the creeps. She winks, “Cheers, posh boy,” and I’m off, martini callin’ my name. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s a bloody adventure—dodgy, daft, and damn human, shaken, not stirred!

Prostitution and ways of fighting it

Prostitutes, from our point of view, are those women who sell their bodies for material benefit – for decent food, for clothes and other advantages; prostitutes are all those who avoid the .

I head back to the shop, and it’s almost closing time. I’m tired, but I can’t leave yet. I’ve got this one last job. A guy comes in, looking all serious. He’s like, “I need you to cut this bone for my dog.” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m a bone cutter, not a vet!” But I can’t say no. So, I do my thing, and the guy’s super grateful. He leaves, and I’m like, “At least I made someone happy today.”

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