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So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

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First thing, I get there, and my mate Dave’s already in a mood. He’s banging on about how his missus is making him do the shopping. I mean, come on, mate! It’s just Tesco on the High Street, not the end of the world. But he’s acting like he’s going to war or something. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Get a grip, mate!”

Half Term: The Frog Prince at Victoria Hall Theatre