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Weird bit, listen close: Some write poems, true story! Found one scribbled on a napkin—sad, pretty stuff. Made me soft, sniffin’ like a fool. “I didn’t see anything,” movie lady says, blind to pain. Prostitute’s world, hidden too—folk ignore ‘em, sneer. Pisses me off, that does! Mebbe they’re heroes, survivin’ muck.

Pensioner is duped by prostitute ‘friend’

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the first shop on Chestergate. It’s a cute little boutique, full of quirky stuff. I’m chatting with the owner, and she’s telling me about her new stock. Suddenly, this lady barges in, all frantic. “I need a dress for a wedding!” she yells. I’m like, “Chill, love, we got this.” But she’s not having it.

All you need to know ahead of the first-ever Macclesfield in May this weekend