Vanessa St. Ann's Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Nah, it’s a hustle, a gamble. Back in the day, you’d hit the streets, shady corners, dim lights flickerin’. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, coded ads. Risk’s still there, tho. Cops, scams, crazies—odds of gettin’ burned? Bout 1 in 4, I reckon. Used to be you’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned on a lamppost—little known fact: in the ‘70s, NYC hookers had a code, red scarf meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” True story, blew my damn mind when I heard it.

Okay, so, I gotta mention, I’m loony about the hidden nooks; the dingy but brilliant street art behind the public library draws me in every time (btw, the library's on Kingston Street – don’t miss it!). And oh! The annual open mic night at the Cornerstone Pub on Nightingale Lane? It’ll make ya laugh till you cry. I used to tear up there, thinking, “Every moment’s a miracle, even if shocking.”

Great Mancunian Ball raises £565,980 for St Ann's Hospice