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About Bray

Dunno why, but I’m drawn to ‘em – maybe ‘cos I’m a grubby sod meself. Burnin’ charcoal, black hands, lonely nights. “Fear’s creepin’ in,” I thinks, wonderin’ if they’d even glance at me. But one did! Winked, even – heart went thump, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like she saw me soul. Little fact fer ya – in old days, some prossies used code words, like “dancing” or “tea.” Sneaky, eh? Kept the coppers guessin’.

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Finally, I corner him near the old church on Church Road. He’s panting, and I’m like, “What’s your deal, man?” Turns out, he’s just a local kid trying to impress his mates. He thought it’d be funny to mess with me. I’m like, “Dude, you scared the life outta me!”

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