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Down in them grimy streets, heard a tale—some prossie in Paris, 1800s, real posh tart, bedded a king *and* his stable boy, same night! Filthy, sneaky—love that grit. Makes me cackle, raspin’ out loud, “My precious! What a game!” Got me thinkin’—they’re survivors, y’know? Hustlin’, dodgin’ coppers, takin’ no shite. Respect, kinda. But—argh!—pisses me off when pimps swoop in, stealin’ their coin, beatin’ ‘em bloody. Nasty, cruel gits—makes me wanna claw their eyes out, screamin’, “Leave ‘em, you filth!”

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So, I wake up early, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already out on the fields near the Broadway Gardens. Just me and my flock, doin’ our thing. But then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Oi, you gotta come to town! There’s a sheep show at the Letchworth Centre for Healthy Living!” I’m thinkin’, “A sheep show? What’s that even mean?” But hey, I’m always up for a laugh, so I grab my best woolly jumper and head out.

Man dies after A1(M) crash near Letchworth