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She told me once, voice all raspy, “Snoop, I’m swimmin’ upstream, fo’ real.” Broke my damn heart, ya know? I’m sittin’ there, smokin’ a blunt, thinkin’, this chick tougher than half these fools out here. Prostitute life got layers, like the reef in *Nemo*—pretty on top, messy underneath.

How poverty drove thousands of women to sell sex on the streets of Victorian Britain

One in 10 British men has visited a prostitute. Yes, that's 10 per cent. And who is servicing them? Around 80, sex workers, a figure that is said to include 4, women and children trafficked.

First off, I grab my coffee from the local café on Greenhithe Rd. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I swear, who names a muffin “The Green Monster”? Anyway, I’m standing there, waiting for my flat white, and this dude walks in. He’s got a dog that looks like it just rolled outta a punk rock concert. I’m talking mohawk and all. I’m like, “Dude, your dog’s cooler than you.” He just laughs. I’m already vibing, right?

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