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A poem about a ginger haired prostitute is a accorded a surprisingly apt soubriquet by one of her clients.


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Feeling A Bit Ginger

There is a Ginger girl I see
Whom I see professionally
In a strictly sexual capacity

She is a lady of the night
A tart or a hooker, called Delight
Ok she’s a prostitute, alright?

But I call my sweet little ho
The dirty Ginger girl I know
My Orange pay as you go

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