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Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

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So, I grab my coffee and head down to the Nailsworth Mill. It’s this old place, super charming, but today it was packed. I’m talking elbow-to-elbow with folks. I’m trying to get a good shot for my blog, but everyone’s in my way. I’m like, “Excuse me, can you not stand in my frame?” But they just stare at me like I’m some weirdo. Whatever, I’m used to it.

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