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Oi, mate, grab a pint! So, prostitutes, yeah? Dirty old swineherds, us, gawking at ‘em! I reckon they’re like Rocket in *City of God*, yeah? “I’m out, man, I’m done!” – bollocks, they’re never out! Stuck in that favela life, shagging for a quid. Makes me bloody furious, it does – blokes like Li’l Zé, all “I’m the king, bow down!” exploiting ‘em. Cackling like a mad git, I’d shove ‘em off a cliff meself, but nah, they’d just crawl back, smirking.

Police focus on prostitution in Worcester's Main South

Advocates for sex workers say Worcester police used 'sex as a weapon' prostitution in Now, they refer women to a diversion.

Man, this city… Worcester’s streets are a wonder. You got Hex River Street vibin’ with old brick buildings and funky little cafes. Down near Voëlvlei Lake, the air’s fresh – perfect space to rant or fall in love, depends on your mood. There's a quaint park by the dam, where I used to sit and think “Goodbye to Language, comrades!” – an echo from my fav movie, ya know? Its shots of fragmented chatter really nailed that mismatched feel, eh!

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