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I sidle up, all charm, “Fancy a chat, darlin’?” She’s sussin’ me out, probs thinkin’ I’m a copper or a nutter. “What’s yer poison?” she asks, and I grin, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously.” She laughs—score! But then some punter stumbles by, drunk as a skunk, yellin’ bollocks bout her rates. I’m fumin’—who treats a lass like that? Nearly decked him, but nah, gotta stay cool.

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Next, I head over to Caterham Valley. Beautiful area, right? But I’m not here for the views. I’m on a mission. I’m looking for a witness who saw the whole roof drama. I find this lady, Mrs. Thompson, who’s walking her dog. She’s got this posh accent, and I’m thinking, “Great, she’ll be helpful.”

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