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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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"To be new in a country and be a prostitute – it can't be a choice In I helped a Romanian sex worker get back home. She was.

But then, I realize I left my phone at the café! Panic mode activated. I sprint back, dodging puddles like I’m in an action movie. I get there, and thank goodness, my phone’s chillin’ on the table. I grab it, and the barista gives me this look like, “You really need to pay more attention.” Yeah, no kidding!

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