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Okay, so picture this—prostitute strollin’ down Scranton, right? Not some fancy lady, nah, just real. Worn-out heels, smudged lipstick—kinda sad, kinda badass. Makes me think of Boonmee’s line, “I see things others don’t.” Like, she’s got stories, man! Did ya know, back in ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs? Freaky, right? Stand out in the crowd—genius marketing! I’m like, “Wow, smart cookies!” Gets me happy—hustle’s hustle, ya feel?

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There was a stabbing recently in Higham Ferrers high street. The traffic on the A45 can be horrendous and avoid Rushden Lakes at all cost on a.

After that chaos, I finally get a breather. I step outside for a quick smoke. The view from the shop is nice, ya know? You can see the old church tower, and the cobbled streets are just charming. But then, I see this old fella, Mr. Jenkins, tryin’ to cross the road. He’s shufflin’ along, and I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, mate, hurry up!” But he’s takin’ his sweet time. I swear, I could’ve sliced a whole cow in the time it took him to cross!

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