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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!

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In the capital Bridgetown, there is a red-light district in Nelson street, and street prostitution around The Garrison. About half of the prostitutes are from.

Yo, what's up my dude? Lemme tell ya 'bout Garrison (us) like it's the illest vibe ever, ya feel me? I been chillin' here as a masseur for years, and man, every corner got its own pulse, like my hands on all that tension, breakin' it down like Kanye on the beat.

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