Surviving Inside Britain’s Legal Red Light District | Sex, Drugs & Murder – Episode 8

Surviving Inside Britain’s Legal Red Light District | Sex, Drugs & Murder – Episode 8


You know what a Baby-gro is,
don’t you?
Yeah.Well, there’s adult ones,
and one guy, he used to, like,
book me to go to his, have his bath,
put him in his Baby-gro,
put him to bed and read him
his story.
That was it.Lock his door and post his key.Why would anybody want that?You tell me.Why would anyone want you
to shit on them?
But they do.SHE KNOCKS ON DOORI’ve missed you so much.I just needed seven quid.I am not giving you money for drugs.Then…I’m just going to have to do
what I do.
I’m not here when you get back,
you know? I’ve gone.
I love him, but he just…
He’s not bothered, is he?
There’s a load of Brazilian lasses
come over now.
Getting a load of us here.I’m not dropping the price.If all other girls all start
undercutting people,
the guys won’t go near
the other people.
They’re just going to go keep
picking up the scruffy fuckers.
Cos anyone will do owt for
a bit cheap, won’t they?
Anybody should know that
who knows me, that I’m competitive.
Even on the beat.If I think there’s competition
and there’s a girl prettier than me,
I’ll move her on.You just, like…
You’ll have your usual spot,
keep going there the same time,and then all the girls realise
that’s where you are.
And then the punters get to know
that, and then the girls…
Like, you each make your own spot.And if other people go there,
you up and say, “Oi, jog on.
“This is mine.”I’ve had many fights over that.Upon release from prison,
those very first few weeks
are going to be the time
you’re most in need of support,
cos, you know, you get released
from the gates,
it’s like, right,
what the fuck shall I do now?
You know, you need… In jail,it’s easy to get off drugs and live
cos you’ve got structure,
you’re doing this at this time,
you’ve got stuff to do.
I love that, I love…That’s one thing I love about jail,
is structure.
So, how would you describe
your relationship, then?
Erm…intense.But it’s all right.
I’m used to intense.
Yeah, she’s a funny character.
She makes me laugh.
I’ve never met someone
with so much confidence.
I like jail. It’s like holiday camp
at Butlin’s. You know?
Because you get woke up at, like,
seven o’clock on a morning,
and you go to work, you come back,you know, you have your dinner,and then you’re behind your door for
an hour, two hour,
do you know what I mean?Then you go back to work.And then you’re at work
until 4.30, 5.00.
It’s routine.Normal day-to-day life,
which I don’t have.
My new boyfriend has
been looking after me.
SHE COUGHS
Excuse me.
SHE SPITS
Sorry.
Yeah, my new boyfriend has
been looking after me,
cos he don’t like me working.Which…has been all right.
Been cush.
The only downside to it, though,
is I’ve been sexually frustrated,
do you know what I mean?He’s not putting out.So…
SHE LAUGHS
..I’m trying to manage, you know?I’ve been doing it since I was 16.I got abused when I was a kid,ran away from home a week
before my 16th birthday.
Met this guy,
he put me on the beat.
It’s like, that’s life, that’s
what it’s about sort of thing,
and that’s what I used to think.It’s like I never had the choice to
go with a lad and lose my virginity.
I had that took.I didn’t have the choices that
every young person should have –
I never had that.Every night before I go out, I’ve
got ready, and I’m at the doorstep,
and I’ve got to give him five kisses
and tell him I love him.
Then another five kisses
and tell him I love him.
And then another five
and tell him I love him,
and to lock the door.And he’s got to say,
“Be careful. Good luck.
“I hope you walk
into one straightaway,”
or I can’t do it.The other girls, they wear make-up
and high heels and…
But you get your money anyway.It doesn’t matter what you wear,
if you go out in little shorts,
if you go out in trackie bottoms.
I’ve went out in trackie bottoms,
I’ve been out in pyjamas
and still got it.
There was this one guy, he asked meif I’d put my whole hand
up his arse,
and I told him to jog on.Like, fuck off. No. No, no, no.If I can’t put a johnny on it
or protect myself,
then, no, I’m not doing it.So then he come back about four
weeks later with a cucumber,
and it was like that long
and it was like that fat.
And he put a johnny on it,and he said, “I want you to put it
up my arse.”
So I said, “All right, then.”
And I got 50 quid for it, though.
So I just put the end bit up
and he’s going,
“No, I want you to ram it up,
all the way.”
And he took the whole cucumber.And then I said to him,
“Do you want me to throw it?”
And he put it in his shopping bagand said no, he was taking
it home to his wife for tea.
So his wife had had a cucumber for
her tea that had been up his arse.
I’ve got a leg ulcer.It’s, like, about two inches,about an inch and a half big
by the same wide.
But it’s quite deep.It’s about a centimetre deep,
two centimetres deep.
Initially, I went into hospital
with my pneumonia,
and I had just a little pinprick
blood blister on my leg –
that’s all it was, literally.And then one night, that popped,and it obviously got a bit of blood
on the bed,
so they put a dressing on it.And obviously since the dressing
has been on it,
it’s just grown into that.I have not been down working
on the beat as much recently,
because my legs have been
really sore.
I’ve been down, what,
about two or three times, I think.
But I’ve not stayed out for longbecause obviously it hurts.I’ve just got a letter
from my mum, yeah.
She’s just saying she was really
glad we could spend time together.
“I really hope you can get
your programme sorted for methadone.
“If you do want to get away
from Leeds, which is what we want,
“then, just call us.
You’ve got our numbers.
“Everybody sends all their love.“Please write back to me, you have
the stamped addressed envelope.
“When you’ve got yourself together,“there is a place here for you
to get better.
“Think about it,
sunshine and fresh air,
“sea to swim in
and the animals to help me with.
“Lots of love, Mum.”Getting back in touch
with my mum and stuff,
it’s obviously made me realise
that there is people wanting to
help me and stuff like that,
so, yeah, it’s helped, really.
And that’s what made me…Obviously, I wanted to sort shit out
and get things back on track,
but now I just want it even more.Yeah, so, yeah, it’s a good thing.I texted my mum on Mother’s Day.I just said, “Happy Mother’s Day,”and again, I said sorry to her.She repliedand thanked me for the messageand also just explained that
she can’t really get over
what I’ve done,
which I totally understand,
but that she’s happy for me to text
now and again
and take it from there
and see how it goes.
I’ve been doing well.I’ve progressed quite far, actually,
with my mental health appointments.
We’re now just working on
what issues have actually caused me
to get where I am and stuff,so, yeah, taking it
one day at a time.
She wants to stay here,
never fucking move.
I don’t have crooks downstairs
through the fucking daytime.
She’s fetched them down, dossing,
chucking pins all over me.
Look at the state of
my fucking carpet, mate.
I feel like crying.She ended up just taking the piss,and I couldn’t get her out
of my house,
and eventually, today, I’ve managed
to get my locks changed.
So I’ve got a key back to my house
now and my house back to myself.
I need to be settled in myselfbefore I think about being
with anyone else.
My life is all over
the place at the minute, so…
What’s the best relationship
you’ve been in?
Probably…my eldest son’s dad.But cos of the drugs and that,
he always ended up going to prison,
and we ended up splitting up then.When you’re on drugs,you’re in a relationship
with the drugs, aren’t you?
You can’t give all your time or
yourself properly to someone else
cos drugs take up
a lot of your time.
You’re either…working
to get money for them,
or chasing, trying to buy themand then taking them.So…it takes over a big part
of your life.
Definitely.He’s just been using me
the whole time…
..to get what he can.He used to tan his wages,
keep it all to himself
and then, like, with my money,
what I’d bring in,
he’d, like, have whatever
he wanted for him, basically.
But, at first, cos, I don’t know,
cos I cared about him or whatever,
I let him.That soon stopped.I only let it happen for so long.And he got a shock
cos I’m no fucking mug.
I’m not as green as I look.I might act dumb and look dumb,people might think it,
then, I guess,
but they get a shock.It hurts when you, like, care
for someone and they hurt you, so…
if you don’t allow it to happen,
I guess, then…
..you can’t be let down.I swear to God,
they just attacked me.
They’ve just battered me with bars
up the street.
All those young ‘uns.
Can you see them stood down there?
They’ve just fucking…SHE EXHALES DEEPLYWhat the fuck?! Do you know what?Never in me 28 years
of fucking life, yeah,
have I had owt like that.I thought we were little bastards
when we were teenagers, yeah?
But we didn’t do fucking shit
like that, mate.
What actually just happened there,
Adele?
I’ve walked down to Tesco’s,as I’m starting to walk up, they’re
starting to follow behind me,
you know, shouting and stuff.I’ve crossed over the road,the two lasses with the metal bars
have followed me over, yeah?
Run up behind me…..and have hit me between five to
seven times with the metal bars
whilst saying stuff like,
“Give me what you’ve got.
“Give me your phone.”
All this and that.
So, like some sort of fucking
crank lad, got myself up,
I’ve had to start running,
shouting out,
making myself look like
some sort of fucking ding.
But I had no choice cos I was being
fucking whacked with metal bars.
Are you all right, Adele?
Yeah.
I’m physically all right.Mentally, fucking hell,
that’s a question to fucking ask.
KNOCK AT DOORSorry, love, you can’t come in.Don’t want her here any more,
tell her.
KNOCK AT DOORPlease, go away.
She don’t want you here, mate.
She’s been attacked as well.
Just go away.
The only fucking reason
she wants to come here…
..is so she’s got somewhere
to fucking sit and do drugs,
and that’s the only fucking reason.It’s this shit,it’s taking over me…taking over me life,
taking over me head.
It’s taking over everything.

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