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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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House of Refuge / Shelter for Females, Greenock, Renfrewshire, Scotland. In , the prison reformer Elizabeth Fry visited Greenock to raise awareness about the state of the town's .

But then, I see one of the kids trip and fall. He starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the tears!” But then, his mates rush over, and they’re all laughing and helping him up. It’s like a scene from a movie, and I’m just sitting there, grinning like an idiot.

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