Megan Oxford Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! I’m ridin’ this damn elevator, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of sin, and shit gets wild in my head. Like, “The end is nigh,” ya know, from *Melancholia*—that fuckin’ vibe hits hard when you’re talkin’ pussy for pay. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em *lupanars*, fuckin’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled or some shit. Wild, right? I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout that.

Until the late 1870s, the University of Oxford was an all-male institution, frequented by young ...

These are the words of one of the small number of prostitutes that work the streets of Oxford. A serious drug user since the age of 15, she has only now found the strength to ask for help. Help.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Tom. He’s like, “Let’s grab a pint at The Eagle and Child after work!” I’m like, “Yes, please!” Nothing like a good pub to wash away the day’s madness.

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