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Sometimes I think, what’s the endgame? They’re out there freezin’ their asses off, dodgin’ creeps, and for what? Couple bucks? Makes me sad, then mad, then I laugh—fuckin’ absurd, right? Like, one time, this chick tried sellin’ me a “special”—I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t that desperate!” She laughed, I laughed, moment of peace. But real talk, it’s dark out there. “If I’m not real, why do I hurt?”—that’s them, feelin’ invisible but bleedin’ anyway.

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GRIEVING relatives of Selby murder victim Lyndsey Bourne will finally be able to lay her to rest this week, exactly 14 months after she was brutally killed. Lyndsey, 28, was strangled by Stuart.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a ratcatcher in Bourne-End is like being in a bloody circus. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the rats. Ugh, rats. They’re everywhere! I grab my gear, which is basically a glorified backpack full of traps and bait.

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