It’s called the oldest profession in the world and it’s easy to see why: women love having sex for not a lot of money, while men enjoy nothing more than inserting their members into ladies that despise them and are invariably supporting a crack, H or clarkycats addiction. And now the often thorny subject has reared its head again as more and more of Wivenhoe’s lovely ladies are resorting to walking the streets.
The Watcher approached these three beauties to find out why it is that they feel the need to put on the red light.
Sin-derella (not her real name) told me: “For me it’s a real labour of love. Admittedly, I’m not wild about my pimp taking most of money and slapping me upside my head, but I like to think I’m doing the community a service. By giving these weak-minded men what they want, it means they’re more likely to leave their wives and girlfriends to do more creative stuff like painting, macramé or writing poetry. It’s thanks to working girls like me and Snowy that Wivenhoe has such a thriving arts scene.”
Snowy White, aged 52 (not her real name), told me: “For me it’s the glamour. I remember seeing Pretty Woman when I was in my thirties and thinking ‘that’s the life for me’. No two days are the same. One day I’ll be swapping tricks for yellow bentines or a line or two of triple sub and the next I’ll be dry humping a sweaty, overweight fool for a fiver – it’s so much better than cooking and cleaning for those seven short arses I used to live with.”
Ariel (not her real name) explains: “It’s all about finding your own niche in the marketplace. Some men like long hair like the tart from Tangled offers, some like something a bit more exotic like Mulan or Pocahontas and some like a woman that’s half fish. That’s where I come in. I don’t just sell seashells by the seashore if you know what I mean…”