My name is
Sally McGhee
Born to be
footloose and fancy-free
A girl wi’ a
chequered past
That all
began in bleak Belfast
Back when we
lived in poverty
My mum
My dad
My brother
and me
But life
wasn’t altogether misery
In our tight
knit wee community
Ye could say
that there was camaraderie
People with
heart
With each
and every one playin’ a part
At seventeen
I made my start
In the world
of sex
And learned
very quickly what a man expects
How to
please
I took to it
with ease
And no
matter if I was down on my knees
Or givin’
men a rub when they came out of the pub
I didn’t see
it as bad
There was
money to be had
In no time
at all I’d acquired a tidy sum
But it was
soon discovered by my inquisitive mum
All I could
do was look at her with dread
When she
found it under the mattress whilst makin’ my bed
There was no
foolin’ my mum
She knew
instinctively from where it had come
And for that
I was instantly slapped in the face
And told
that I was a filthy disgrace
I expected
worse from my dad
But he just shook
his head and looked very sad
I tried to
say sorry but he refused to speak
Reluctantly
I left home at the end of the week
For a while
I wore a frown
Until the day
I reached London town
I knew that
survivin’ there meant havin’ to be gritty
As failure
would receive nobody’s pity
A good
assumption
But given
time and a wee bit o’ gumption
I knew
somehow I would make it there
And that
life in Belfast wouldn’t compare
My intuition
was right
My life
would change that very first night
As I stood
under a dim streetlight
A few of the
other girls got a bit uptight
Shoutin’ to
me that it was their territory
And
permission to work there was mandatory
I was
determined to stay
Who were
they to push me away?
I changed my
mind when they began to throw stones
And that’s
when I bumped into Nerys Jones
What a sight
Eighteen
stone and six feet in height
From Swansea
Wales
She could
tell you some funny tales
She didn’t
work on the street
Men paid her
to be her seat
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