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My precious! Me, a shepherd, eh? Raspy little voice creepin’ out—talkin’ ‘bout sex escorts, yeh? Slimy, slippery topic, innit? Saw one once, struttin’ down the street, all fancy-like, made me eyes pop! Reminds me o’ that film, *The Headless Woman*—y’know, Lucrecia Martel, 2008? Me fave! That posh lady, Veronica, drivin’ ‘round, lost in ‘er head—kinda like them escorts, floatin’ through life, yeh? “I don’t remember anything,” she says—hah! Bet them escorts say that after a wild night, too!

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First off, I hit the streets of Holton Road. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. Grabbed a coffee at that little café, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi. Can’t remember the name, but it’s got the best scones. I mean, who doesn’t love a good scone, right? Anyway, I’m sittin’ there, scrollin’ through emails, when BOOM! Power goes out. Just like that. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.”

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