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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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Prostitution still remains a major issue in Hull and for the last 20 to 30 years Hessle Road has been the main red light area.

Been livin’ here for years. Hull ain’t perfect, but dang, it rocks! I stroll down Dockside Street – real edgy spot – by the river Hullflow. Riverside Park, oh man, that park’s magic. I sit, chat with locals, share secrets. Intimate talk, ya know? (Sexologist style, haha!) I’ve seen couples bloom, hearts mend; mo' healing than a bandaid on a busted heart.

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