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Precioussss, we’s The Barber, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We knows it, we sees it! Dirty streets, dark corners, like in *Zodiac*—all twisty, sneaky vibes. “We’re not wasting time,” like Gyllenhaal says, chasin’ shadows. Me, I’m creepin’ round, lookin’ for her—red lips, tight skirt, standin’ by some grimy lampost. We hates it! The stink, the lies—girls promisin’ love for coins. Makes me twitchy, angry-like! Last week, saw one—legs like a spider’s web, trap ya quick. “What’s the cipher here?” I mutters, thinkin’ Fincher’d get it—clues in her fake smile.

Background

So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s a dreary morning, typical Yorkshire weather. I’m talkin’ grey skies, drizzle, the whole shebang. I grab a cuppa from the corner shop on Lidget Hill. Best brew in town, no joke. I’m chattin’ with the old bloke behind the counter, and he’s tellin’ me about his cat, Mr. Whiskers. Classic Pudsey, I tell ya.

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