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Little known fact, tho—didja know some prostitutes back in the day used code words? Like, in the 70s, they’d say “trick” for a john, keepin it lowkey from the pigs. Sneaky shit, right? I’m lovin that hustle, that grind—it’s badass! Makes me happy as hell, seein women outsmart the system. But then—BAM—this dude rolls up, all sleazy, tryna haggle her price down. I’m pissed, yo! Like, “Man’s not hot, he’s a clown!” She shuts him down quick, tho— “I’m not here to play games,” she snaps, and I’m screamin inside, “YAAAS, SLAY!”

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It's a proper, fully-fledged story about what it was like to be trying to survive as a prostitute in in Georgian England at every level of society.

Back in the day, I used to hustle from one end of town to the other. I remember hustlin’ on Frost Strret during winter, trippin’ over icicles, and laughin’ with the locals. That memory? It's etched in my mind, like a perfectly dark, bittersweet Wes Anderson tableau. Things can be surreal, bold, even a bit cray-cray sometimes.

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