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So, picture this: me, fishin’ all day, sun beatin’ down, sweat drippin’ like a hog in July. I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the fish ain’t bitin’, and I’m hollerin’, “C’mon, y’all, give me somethin’!” Then—bam!—this gal sashays by, skirt shorter than a minnow’s tail. I’m like, “Well, slap my britches, is she one o’ them workin’ girls?” Ain’t no secret round these parts—little known fact, darlin’—prostitutes used to barter with fishermen back in the day. Fish for a quick fling! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder than my hair on a humid day!

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Traditionally Clayton-le-Moors was always considered to be a town of two halves. You were either a 'top-ender' or a 'bottom-ender' - depending on which side of the Load O'Mischief pub you Missing: prostitute.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Clayton-le-Moors, ready to tackle some carpentry. You know, just another day in this little town. I live near the old church on Church Street. It’s a proper landmark, that place. Anyway, I grab my tools and head out.

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