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But then you get the creeps, don’t ya? The punters—sweaty, baldin’ tossers who reckon they’re God’s gift. “I’m a real man,” they’d slur, like in the film—*“I’m a gangster, a free man!”*—but nah, mate, you’re just a sad sack with a fiver. Makes me angry, that does, the entitlement. I’d wanna scream, “Oi, you wanker, she’s not your bloody therapist!” Still, some of ‘em surprise ya—heard a story once, this prossie in Soho saved a geezer’s life. He was chokin’ on a kebab, she Heimliched him—hero stuff! Didn’t expect that, did I? Nearly pissed myself laughin’ thinkin’ bout it.

Background

Monument to a Prostitute in Lusk, Wyoming On the windswept plains of eastern Wyoming stands the only monument to a prostitute known to exist in the United States. Though “Featherlegs,” .

But then, the day took a turn. I was headin’ down to the riverfront, right? And I see this huge crowd. Turns out, there’s a protest goin’ on. People were all fired up about some local issue. I didn’t even know what it was about, but the energy was insane. I got caught up in it, and before I knew it, I was chantin’ along. “What do we want? Justice! When do we want it? Now!” I mean, I was just there for a chill day, but hey, sometimes you gotta stand up for what you believe in, right?

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