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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, makin’ cash in the shadows. “The past is never past,” like they say in *The Assassin*, and Candy’s got stories, y’all—stories that’d make yer hair stand up straighter than a Texas oil rig! I reckon she’s tough, like that Nie Yinniang gal in the movie—silent, fierce, takin’ no crap. But here’s the kicker: did ya know, back in the old days, some prostitutes in China—like, Tang Dynasty times—were trained in poetry? Freakin’ poetry! Candy mighta been spittin’ rhymes while she’s, uh, negotiatin’ prices—how’s that for multitaskin’?

Overview of W10 5PE

Then, during the service, this kid starts crying. Not just any cry, but the kind that makes you question your life choices. I’m trying to keep it together, but inside I’m like, “Can someone please give that kid a biscuit or something?”

Yellow trains on the way as Burnham starts Bee Network rail takeover