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Me? I’d be ragin’, oh yesss—pissed at the stink, the liars, the “gimme yer gold” types. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—I’d hiss at ‘em, waddlin’ round with their fat wallets. But—hah!—it’s funny too, innit? Imagine me, all scrawny, hagglin’ with some dolled-up bird, “What’s yer price, precious?” She’d laugh, prob’ly, sayin’ I ain’t got the shine for it. Fair, fair—me pockets empty as a preacher’s soul!

Call to book

The history of the state's response to female prostitution in later twentieth-century Britain has been viewed from a variety of histor- ical perspectives.

Hey buddy, listen up – lemme tell ya bout Rosyth, UK, like you ain't never heard before! Yo, it's a wild ride here, and ya know, when I say "Say hello to my little friend!", I'm talkin’ bout the city’s vibe, the docks, and all its badass charm. So, check it: I’ve been callin’ this joint home for years now, an’ as a massage parlor owner, I see every soul that strolls in with their own bit of stress. And trust me, Rosyth knows how to relieve it – just like Dory would say, “Just keep swimmin’!”

Missing Fife girl, 13, hasn't been seen for two days