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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re chattin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, me—just callin’ it like I see it. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Been around forever, dodgin’ laws, takin’ risks. Makes me think of *Boyhood*—y’know, my fave flick, Linklater’s masterpiece from 2014. That bit where Mason’s mum says, “I just thought there’d be more,” hits hard. Whores prolly feel that too—life’s a grind, no glamour, just survival.

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By the time I got back to my place, I was exhausted but happy. I plopped down on the couch, scone crumbs everywhere, and thought about the day. Haworth is a gem. It’s got history, beauty, and a bit of chaos. I mean, who knew a small town could pack such a punch?

Update: Fatal Road Traffic Collision, Bridgehouse Lane, Haworth