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Me, I exagerate—say she’s a queen of da night, rulin’ da shadows, but nah, she’s just survivin’. “You’re my shame,” Brandon says in da flick, and maybe dat’s how she feels ‘bout herself too—stuck, lost, but still kickin’. I’d buy her a coffee, ya know, if she’d let me. Tell her, “Gru says you’re alright, doll!”—screw da judgy pricks. Dat’s my story, mate—messy, loud, real as her lipstick stains. Whatcha think?

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A grim portrait of life for Bradford prostitute Maureen Stepan was emerging today at Sheffield Crown Court during the trial of George Naylor.

I head down to the market on Kirchstraße. It’s packed! I’m dodging folks left and right. And then, bam! I bump into this dude. He spills his coffee all over my obi. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” He’s all apologetic, but c’mon, man! Coffee stains? Not cool. I just smile, but inside, I’m fuming.

‘Moo’ sounds, hiding pregnancies and having ideas stolen — this is how bad it can get for women on Wall Street