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Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

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Ms Laggan, of Conan Road, Conisbrough, had drug problems and had turned to prostitution in recent years. She had two young sons who lived with her mother Sharon Laggan.

Finally, I decide to head home. I’m walking down Doncaster Road, and I see this cute little café. I’m starving, so I pop in for a scone. Best decision ever! The scone is warm, buttery, and just what I needed. I’m sitting there, enjoying my treat, when I overhear a couple arguing. It’s like a scene from a soap opera. I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s hard when they’re practically shouting.

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