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But the stench, mate! Piss and cheap perfume—grim as fuck. You’d gag, swear down. “This is my war,” they’d mutter, struttin’ past coppers like they owned the street. Some punters, though—fuckin’ creeps. Saw one once, hagglin’ like it’s a car boot sale. “Twenty’s my max!” he yells. She’s like, “Piss off, I’m not Aldi!” Laughed my arse off, but it’s sad too, innit? Desperation’s a bastard.

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Since male prostitution is unrecognised/disallowed under Indian law, this post deals primarily with female perspectives. Debunking Myths with Narratives. Experiential accounts from the sex .

So, I wake up late, right? My alarm? Totally ignored it. Classic me. I rush outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I sprint to the bus stop on Östra Storgatan, and guess what? The bus is late. Like, seriously? It’s Saevsjoe, not the Bermuda Triangle!

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