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Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores now, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, that’s me! Whore’s a wild one, innit? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say—fuckin’ ancient! Makes me laugh, hah! Like in *Assassination of Jesse James*, y’know? “A fella’s gotta eat!” Whore’s out there, grindin’, survivin’! Respect that, mate, I do!

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The play follows two star-crossed lovers who are destined not to be together. A revenge tragedy stuffed with Sex, Swords and Siblings.

Woah, and don’t even get me started on the river, Quorn Brook. It's a lazy ribbon of water, winding past the old pub on Market Square. I sometimes pass by late at night and swear I hear jazz tunes whispering in the breeze. The smell of wet cobbles and roasted chestnuts hits ya like a flash—bam! It smacks you right in the feels every time.

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