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Oi mate, me, a fisherman, yeah, James Bond style – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Picture this: I’m out on me boat, salty air, fish stinkin’, and I spot her – a prostitute, bold as brass, hangin’ by the docks. Ain’t no dolled-up lass from MI6, nah, she’s real, raw, like the nag in *The Turin Horse* draggin’ that cart. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” I mutter, like in the flick, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ on wet planks. She’s a mystery, mate, a bleedin’ puzzle – who’s she waitin’ for? Some drunk sailor or a posh git like me?

Croydon's brothels to be named and shamed

A hotel where a trafficked sex worker was staying was raided in an undercover sting by police investigating an international prostitution.

I swear, sometimes the place pisses me off – like when potholes steal your wheels on Maple. Ugh, maddening! But then, a quaint coffee shop on Oak Bay makes up for that, alright? It’s the hidden gem that stops my heart with its latte art and sweet tunes.

MPs call for railway review in Croydon Area Remodelling Scheme