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About Wels

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Breadcrumb

Prostitutes aren’t hard to find in Hong Kong. Then again, it depends what you’re looking for. We embark on a late-night odyssey to track down an increasingly rare creature: the Hong Kong .

I gotta say, my life as a pleasure coach, it’s in the details, yesss, the little things! I see the rise and fall of human hopes on tiny patios. Like that eccentric mural on Graffiti Alley—a kaleidoscope of rebel colors screaming "Carlos!" in secret lyrics. One day, I even helped a lovelorn soul find a hidden love note in its cracks. Bless it, it made me laugh, maddened me too, sometimes silly, smelly drama!