In my last report, I mentioned that the cheap fucks from the Grimsby Telegraph refused to fund my trip to Blackpool.
Unfortunately, it turns out very few newspapers pay for photographs or articles anymore. They run websites full of blogs and manipulated "letters to the editor." They have a few hacks re-write news stories and run publicity photos. They expect people to contribute "for the credit."
So it was, that I found myself stranded in Blackpool! Fortunately, there were places such as Brooklyn's and Peaches willing to give me work. I chose Peaches.
Being a "sex worker" is a noble occupation. Whether you write erotic stories, offer sex non-fiction, take photos, or actually perform sex acts, you are MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY. And, what's more important, MAKING MONEY!
I did well enough to stay an extra day, and simply enjoy the peace and quiet of the beach. I also loved the peace and quiet of the bitch; there was a woman named Saskia who insisted she sang like Joan Baez, and I punched her in the mouth. That shut her up! I had a very relaxing time with her lying unconscious for three solid hours!
See you next season!!! Keep this brochure handy!!
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