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But ugh, the creeps hasslin’ her? Pissed me off big time! Wanted to yell, “Back off, losers!” Little fact—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes were spies? Sneaky, huh? Imagine that—bangin’ dudes and stealin’ secrets. “Who’s tellin’ the truth here?”—like in the movie, ya never know. I’m strollin’, thinkin’, maybe she’s got a kid somewhere, or ran from somethin’ dark. Gets me all emo, man.

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The local park, Happy Hollow (yes, literally that name, hah!), is my refuge. Kids run free, elders reminisce, and sometimes I pretend I’m in a scene from the movie, whispering “Tu parles, et ton livre!” But then, the river Winding Brook cuts thru town – shinin’ in the sun like liquid gold. I’d sit there, scribblin’ notes for my sessions, feelin’ the pulse of life, knowin' every tear and smile tells a story.

Rowlands Gill incident: Full police statement after incident near Gibside National Trust estate