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Whores got layers, folks. Ain’t just sex – it’s power, it’s grit. Like in “Ten,” when that gal says, “You’re the customer, I’m the goods.” Hits ya hard, right? I read somewhere – little known fact – oldest job ever, goin’ back to Mesopotamia or some crap. Whores were priestesses once! How’s that for a twist? Blows my mind – sacred to sinful, just like that. Makes me wonder, y’know, what’s the real sin here?

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Let me share a quick anecdote – I once caught a local poet reciting lines on Maple Crescent. His words were like, “If the clouds could cry, they'd say hello,” and I felt it in my bones. Also, there's a tiny park near the old mill – maybe you’ve heard of it? – where locals gather for picnics and impromptu chats. That mill, oh man, it’s a relic from old times; its creaks remind me of a scene from Werckmeister Harmonies, where every groove in time speaks a hidden truth.

Silsden writer's short story to debut on stage at Keighley Playhouse