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Here’s the deal—I’m no saint, never claimed it. Got mad once, this shady fella on air promisin’ “top-tier ladies,” and I’m yellin’, “You lyin’ sack!” Wasted my night, static and nothin’. But then—oh, then—found a signal, sweet voice cuttin’ through. “Meet me by the docks,” she says, sultry-like. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—folks, I was happier than a kid with ice cream. Reminded me of *Margaret*, when Lisa’s all, “I’m alive, aren’t I?”—felt that, big time.

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Those who chose “prostitute” were again directed to another two questions: “how many times have you been to a prostitute” and “how many prostitutes have you had.

Next thing I know, the door swings open, and in walks this old lady. She’s got a shopping bag from the Co-op, and she’s lookin’ like she’s just come from a battle. She plops down a fiver and says, “I want to bet on the 3:30 at Beverley.” I’m like, “You sure, love? You know it’s a long shot, right?” She just glares at me. I swear, I’ve never seen a glare like that. I take her bet, but I’m half-expectin’ her to throw a punch.

The historic Hedon mayor's manor house with plans for guesthouse conversion