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Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got window girls—prostitutes sittin’ in glass boxes like bloody shop displays! Saw it meself once, nearly tripped over me staff. Red lights glowin’, lasses posin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the great beauty of life?” Sorrentino’d love it—decadence, despair, all that jazz. “To this question, as kids, we all agreed,” Jep’d drone, but nah, I’m torn. It’s fascinatin’, sure, but bloody hell, it’s grim too. Made me sad, seein’ ‘em there, like dolls on a shelf.

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Started off at like 8 AM. The sun was barely up, and I was already on my way to my first gig. The kids were wild today, like, bouncing off the walls. I mean, I love them, but come on! We were in a flat on Cardiff Street, and I swear, I thought I’d lose my mind.

A man had been assaulted outside Judges on Market Street, Aberdare.