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So, escort—fancy word for it, huh? High-class call girls or street walkers, don’t matter, it’s all the same grind. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—I’ve seen ‘em, dolled up in heels, fake smiles, but eyes? Dead. Like they’re waitin’ for the next bomb to drop, like in Polanski’s Warsaw. One time, busted this ring—posh hotel, champagne flowin’, but the girls? Shakin’, doped up, passports gone. Pissed me off, mate. These fat-cat pimps sittin’ pretty while the girls rot. “Speak! Who is your supplier?”—I roared that at one sleazy git, he just smirked. Wanted to smash his face in.

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After that, I’m like, “Okay, back to work.” But nah, Easton’s not done with me yet. I head over to Church Road, where I’ve got some old parish records to check out. I’m in the zone, right? Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s rambling about the good ol’ days, when Easton was all fields and no houses. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Mate, I’ve got records to sort!”

Easton and Tolman enjoy run to quarter-finals in Lucknow