Ruby Paterson Find A Prostitute ❤️

About East London

So – I’m cruisin’ the streets. Nighttime. Neon lights flicker – like God’s playin’ with a dimmer switch. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the move?” Findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Takes guts – or stupidity. Maybe both. I see this gal – fishnets, heels clickin’. She’s got that look. Y’know – “I’ve seen it all.” Kinda like Sy Ableman in the movie – smug bastard. Made me mad – hated that guy! So smarmy. This chick tho – she’s real. Raw. Not some Hollywood fakeout.

The women would solicit people for sexual acts at all times of day and night, police said.

Now, you really can’t miss the Paterson River – it flows by the old mills. The water’s a bit muddy sometimes – don’t ask me why – but there's a kind of raw beauty in it. I walked there one evening, my heart all jumpy after a crazy session of self-discovery, and the river whispered, “Hey, man, it’s all good, all good.” Just like in that famous movie, ya know? Sometimes, you just gotta let the moment slide by like a slick phrase from 25th Hour: "All my life I... I tried to be a good boy." I ain't no saint now!

Jailed breast surgeon Paterson was a nightmare - colleague