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Lemme tell ya, I seen some stuff. Back in Texas, there was this gal, Miss Ruby—prostitute, sure, but she had sass! Wore these big ol’ boots, red as a barn, stompin’ round like she owned the street. Made me laugh, y’all—she’d holler, “Just keep swimmin’, sugar!” Straight outta *Nemo*! I’d tip my hat, thinkin’, “Dang, she’s got grit!” Got me happy, seein’ her strut, not carin’ what folks whispered. But then—bam!—some jerk cop hassled her, and I got mad, y’know? Ain’t right, pickin’ on folks tryin’ to live.

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In Manchester, the statistical returns for reveal that there were prostitutes who were known to the police; there was little change twenty years later with recorded.

So, I hop back in my car and head to Tilbury Docks. It’s a massive place, full of containers and ships. I’m thinking, “What could possibly go wrong?” Well, everything. I get there, and there’s this huge commotion. Turns out, a container fell off a crane. Like, how does that even happen? I’m standing there, watching the chaos, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a scene from a bad movie.

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