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Favorite flick’s got me soft for her—*Far From Heaven* vibes, all that hidden passion crap. She’s livin’ loud, not hidin’ like Cathy in the film. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, girl, you’re a storm!” Prolly smells like cheap perfume and grit—kinda sexy, kinda sad. Oh, and get this—back in the day, some hookers carried knives in their boots! Badass, huh?

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You could say that Blackpool was populated by prostitutes spivs dotty vicars and heroes. Or that it was our finest hour.

So, I’m out on the main drag, Preston New Road, and I’m already late for a meeting. Typical. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some sort of Olympic event. I swear, if I slip, I’m gonna faceplant right into the muck.

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