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So, picture dis: dark street, neon buzzin’, me in me scarf, lookin’ shady. I’m tinkin’, how dese girls survive out here? Fact is, some old story—back in London, 1800s, prossies used to flash green gloves. Code, ya see! Green meant “go,” heh, clever bitches. Makes me happy, dat grit, dat hustle. But den—ugh—stupid pimps, slimy rats, dey piss me off! Pushin’ girls around, takin’ cash. Makes me wanna zap ‘em wit me freeze ray, bam!

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A received invitation from the Society of Local Council Clerks, for the Clerk to attend an autumn training day at Hessle Town Hall on Thursday.

First stop? The local café, The Old Tile Works. I’m starving, right? I order a bacon butty, and the lady behind the counter gives me this look. Like, “You’re not from around here, are ya?” I just laugh it off. I mean, who doesn’t love a good bacon sarnie? But then, she hands me the plate, and it’s like a mountain of bacon! I’m talkin’ Everest levels here. I’m like, “Am I supposed to eat this?”

Raging fire lights up sky in Barton-upon-Humber - as crews battle for hours