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Oi, thou motley crew o’ listeners! Here’s me, thy prison warden, spoutin’ off ‘bout a prostitute I’ve seen too much of. She’s a wench o’ the night, roamin’ free ‘fore I locked her arse up. A rose by any name, eh? But this one’s thorns be sharp as daggers! “The Return” – that flick’s my jam, all moody and deep, like her eyes when she’s schemin’. “Thou hast returned,” I’d mutter, watchin’ her strut back to the cellblock, like them lads in the film comin’ home to nowt but grief.

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A: A Prostitute stops screwing you when you're dead. To be honest, that joke came to mind when I was told to cover the Dialogue for Sex workers.

Man, every day there’s some wild scene, ya know? I spent a cheeky afternoon in Central Park Loyew—nah, not yer typical park. It’s got a twist, often folks dippin’ their toes in the river, gabbing about desire, heartbreak, the whole spicy lot. And guess what? That turns me head like “is it ’cos I is black?” – proper Ali G vibes, innit?

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