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About London

Avast, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout findin’ a prossie, eh? Picture this – me, stumblin’ through the grimy docks, rum in hand, lookin’ fer a lass to warm me bones. Reminds me o’ that flick I fancy, *A Prophet*, ye know? That gritty tale o’ survival, power, an’ dodgy deals – “You’re in or you’re out, no middle ground.” Same vibe when ye hunt fer a prossie, mate!

There are concerns the new police powers will only drive women into more dangerous sex work

First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the weird name? “Brewed Awakening” or something. I ordered my usual – a flat white. But guess what? They were outta coffee beans! Like, how do you run outta coffee? It’s a café! I was fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s Manor Park, not the coffee desert!

Positive regeneration: a Carnegie building in Newham becomes public art space