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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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But then, as I was leaving, I bumped into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Turns out he just got back from a trip to the Brecon Beacons. He was raving about the views and how he almost got lost. Classic Dave, right? We ended up chatting for ages, and I totally lost track of time.

Tribute to the victim of a fatal collision in Mountain Ash: Jordan Williams