Layla Weehawken Whore ❤️❤️

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Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

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Whore's Eye View is a minute mad dash through 10, years of history from a sex worker's perspective. Equal parts stand up comedy, history.

Man, don't even get me started on the river views. I love sneaking off down to the marina by the Weehawken Port. It's proper cosy, quiet like a secret meeting of lost souls, bruv. And oh, Mermaid Road – not many know that spot. I went there one night, stumbling after a long day, and stumbled upon this eccentric fisherman spouting mad tales. Proper bizarre, like a scene straight outta Apichatpong's movie!

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