For some peculiar reason, the lovely Alyssa traded the sun drenched beaches of South Africa for the rain drenched streets of Whitechapel, the haunt of generations of "good time girls" before her. Yes, she had tired of the sun and sea and sought instead, a life of roaming the rubbish strewn alleyways of London in search of paid sex from willing "punters!" Donning the standard garb of stockings, suspenders and heels she plied her trade with no shame, enticing the likes of me to have sex with her for a few coins and a handful of cash! "Wanna fuck my arse?" She nonchalantly asked, "No problemo ducky, gimme an extra tenner and a cup a tea afterwards and my arse is all yours!"
