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Negotiated a price—50 quid, not bad. She’s all, “Upstairs, now.” Place stank of fags and regret, proper grim. Made me mad, tho—why’s she stuck here? System’s fucked, innit? Coulda been a classy dame, not peddlin’ arse in a shithole. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what Otilia yells, and I felt that. Ain’t her fault neither, just life bein’ a bastard.

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Prostitutes were morally depraved women who, in turn, corrupted morally weak men. The Reverend J. R. McDowall's work among prostitutes in the early s.

So first off, McDowall, man – it's got its own vibe. Start wanderin’ round along McDowall Rd, ya feel? There’s that quirky café on Granville Lane – I swear, they brew magic. And oh, the little park, Bowen Green Park – sits right near the old creek, which some locals call “whispers river” (I know, sounds bonkers, right?) but that creek smooths my soul after long massage sessions.

"It was extremely hard fought" | Stafford McDowall