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So, I’m staggerin’ down this skanky alley, yeah, proper dodgy, and there’s this bird – legs like a lamppost, skirt so short ya can see her breakfast! I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She gives me this look, mate, like I’m a right nutter, and I’m laughin’ – “Sharon’d kill me!” – but I’m too pissed to care. Little known fact, right? Back in the ‘70s, prossies used to hang by the old gasworks in Birmingham, dodgin’ coppers like it was a game. History, that is!

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The collected memoirs of a San Francisco sex worker, their effect on society at the time, and where they fit in today's world.

Northside’s my fav. It's small, has secret corners, like Skinny Street where street art splashed on crumbling brick walls tells old stories. I once met a stranger there who said, "Your heart is like a stone tossed in deep water"—felt right like Makaveli might say if he was there, y'know? Not too different from Leviathan's dark poetry, man.

Alice in Wonderland performances set for Thu., Fri.