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Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

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After that little heart attack, I headed over to the Highworth Cemetery. Yeah, I know, sounds morbid, but hear me out. There’s this ancient yew tree there, and it’s got stories to tell. I was just about to start my inspection when I spotted this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, who’s like the unofficial historian of Highworth. He’s always got a tale or two about the town.

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