roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
I was born in 1959 in England's East End. I grew up on the streets of Whitechapel with my mum and younger sister. My dad had left us when I was just a kid so we were always struggling to make ends meet. We lived off benefits and scraps from the market stalls. Life wasn't easy but it was home. When I turned 16, things started to change for me. I began selling myself on the streets to make some real money. That's how I met my pimp - a big, burly bloke named Tommy. He took care of me at first, bought me nice clothes and made sure I had enough cash. But soon he turned into a right bastard. He started treating me like his property, beating me up whenever I didn't make enough money for him. That's when I knew I had to get out.
But it wasn't that easy. Tommy was always watching my back, making sure no one else tried to take over. So I kept on selling myself, just to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly. But deep down, I knew this life wasn't for me. One day, I finally worked up the courage to leave Tommy's crew behind. I packed what little belongings I had and set off across town, hoping to find something better.
Those were hard times but they made me who I am today. I've been in a few more scrapes since then - with a rival gang, with
