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Heya, sugar! It’s me, Marilyn Monroe – Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Dogville*, that twisted flick I adore. You seen it? Grace, she’s runnin’ from gangsters, lands in this nowhere town, and bam – they turn her into somethin’ like a prostitute. “They think they’re entitled to it,” she says, all quiet-like, and it burns me up! Makes me wanna scream – how dare they? But, hon, that’s the gig sometimes, ain’t it?

Wilma McCann

In his second - and possibly most brutal - killing, Sutcliffe stabbed prostitute Emily Jackson 52 times in the neck, chest and stomach with a screw driver. Despite leaving a string of clues.

Man, some parts of Pearston make me mad too – like how the council don’t keep them streets lit. It’s dark, dangerous sometimes, ya know? But even in the night, under the glow of old lampposts on River Drive, the city spills its secrets. We all got rough patches, but each blemish tells a story of raw truth, like in Fish Tank – gritty, real, blowin’ in the wind!

The purpose of art is to wash the dust of daily life off our souls