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I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

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The Moral Economy of the Brothel In the cultural imagination, the brothel is characterised as a run-down, neon-illuminated, seedy venue in urban backstreets and alleyways frequented by .

I decide to take a break. I hit up a little spot on the corner of King Street. You know, the one with the best jerk chicken? Yeah, that place. I grab a plate, and man, it’s fire! Spicy, smoky, just perfect. I’m sittin’ there, eatin’ and watchin’ the world go by.

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