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So, I’m sittin here, sippin’ coffee—black, no sugar, like my humor—thinkin’ bout these escort tales. Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all glitz. Back in the day, think 1800s, they called ‘em “courtesans”—fancy, right? But real talk, some were just tryna eat. Makes me mad, yo—society judgin’ while they’re out here survivin’. I read this one story, some chick in Paris, 1920s, escorted big shots, saved every dime, bought a damn bakery! From heels to dough, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me, man—hustle’s hustle, I respect it.

Gang gave Ping Li £220 a week and free accommodation to work at the property

Yes, prostitution. My parter and I were gob smacked. Told that they would phone the police if we didn't attend to our rooms immediately. I have.

So, I’m like, “Sure, mate!” I dash down to the promenade. The sea’s lookin’ all moody, waves crashin’ like they’re throwin’ a tantrum. I get to the pier, and guess what? Dave’s not there. Classic Dave. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a lost puppy.

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