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Exaggeratin’ now—she was a goddess, curves for days! Nah, really tho, just a gal hustlin’. Felt bad, then horny, then bad again—messy headspace, yesss. Little story—heard some pimp got busted nearby, hidin’ in a dumpster. Stinky bastard! Laughed my ass off picturin’ it. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t glamorous—gritty, raw, real.

So you want to book a sex worker?

This is the infamous Orchard Towers. It's a small mix of restaurants, bars and massage joints. It's basically a red light tower.

The park, Orchard Grove, is like my chill spot. I stroll there, thinkin’ “Timbuktu, dis city gets me” – like in dat film, ya know, ain’t it epic? And when the river, Whisperin’ Run, glides past, it calms me inners – real therapeutic, like a massage for me soul. Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, bruv, it's cos Orchards is just so f*ckin’ breddaaa.

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