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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitutes—gritty, real shit. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, workin’ the streets, y’know? Reminds me of *Zodiac*—all that dark, twisted mystery. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ like a damn code. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ hard—makes me fuckin’ angry, man! Society’s all “lock ‘em up,” but who’s savin’ her ass? Nobody! That pisses me off big time.

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We entered the lobby at 10 pm and immediately noticed the prostitutes on call. My friend's husband was waiting for us in the lobby for a minute.

So, I finally make it to the café on the corner of the high street. You know the one, right? The one with the best scones in town. I order my usual – a flat white and a scone. But the barista, bless her heart, messes it up. I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “Seriously?!” But I just roll with it. I mean, it’s Bishops-Cleeve, not the end of the world.

Former Cheltenham Town defender joins Bishop's Cleeve