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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—yep, the oldest gig in town! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout "Carol"—that flick’s got style, quiet lust, slow burns. Whores ain’t all dolled up like that, tho. Nah, they’re gritty, real—sweat and cheap perfume. “There’s a hunger in me,” Carol says—damn, whores got that too! Hunger for cash, survival, somethin’ juicy. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they hustle harder than suits on Wall Street.

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After that, I strolled down West End Road. It’s a nice little stretch, but man, the traffic was a nightmare. Cars everywhere, honking like they were in a race or somethin’. I swear, I saw a guy in a bright red car just lose it. He was yellin’ at some dude on a bike. Classic Holbeach drama, right? I laughed so hard, I almost choked on my gum.

Bomb squad called after artillery found near Holbeach