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Favorite bit? This one gal – called her “Pixie” in my head – she’d sass cops like, “Fear’s my fuel, pigs!” Total badass. Reminds me of Anger in *Inside Out*, y’know? “I’m done playin’ nice!” she’d yell. Cracked me up – tiny chick, big vibes. But real talk, it’s rough – some cry at night, some laugh it off. Surprised me once, heard a prossie saved a dude from OD’ing – legit hero shit! Who knew, right?

We take a look at the history of the oldest profession in Hull and what issues remain today

Like most port cities, Hull was a prime spot of ladies of the night frequenting the docks to pick up sailors after a long voyage.

Neighborhoods? Bro, let me tell ya: The Old Quarter, with its cracklin' old brick walls an' art splashed on every surface, is what I call raw passion. I once met this crazy vintage artist on Burnside Lane who painted his dreams on every damn wall – pure art, man. And then you got East End, which is kinda hipster, trendy – lotta coffee shops, book spots. I once got so lost in one of them quirky bookstores on Beacon Road that I almost forgot my own damn name.

Pembroke Dock: Traffic light system being ‘monitored’ on daily basis