 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 DOOR 
 I'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 me 
 if 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 bag 
 and 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 long 
 because 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 replied 
 and thanked me for the message 
 and 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 myself 
 before 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 them 
 and 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 DEEPLY 
 What 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 DOOR 
 Sorry, love, you can't come in. 
 Don't want her here any more, 
 tell her. 
 KNOCK AT DOOR 
 Please, 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. 
