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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, neon lights flickerin’ like mad, lookin’ for a bit of company. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2010. “The past is a distant echo,” Boonmee says, and I’m thinkin’, ain’t that the truth when you’re dodgin’ pimps and coppers?

Events in Hazel Grove

This is Hazel Grove. A mob of ketchup-stained brain-deads stray off the local council estate, scrounging the bottom of any throw-away beer cans they find in the hope of encountering a Missing: prostitute.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up. He’s like, “Can I have a free sample?” I’m like, “Sure, mate! But only if you promise to fly!” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “This kid gets it.” But then, his mum shows up, and she’s not having it. She’s all, “Don’t take stuff from strangers!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a creep! I’m just a promoter!”

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