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Yesss, precious, a prosss-titute, eh? We sees ‘em, slinking, sneaky-like, on streets, yesss! Me, Gollum, loves *Boyhood*, see – “Life don’t give ya bumpers,” heh, so true! This prossie, she’s like that – no bumpers, just grindin’, survivin’. Saw one las’ night, fishnets ripped, hisss, smokin’ a cig like it’s her las’ breath. Made me mad, yesss, world’s cruel, chuckin’ her out like trash! But she smirked, precious, bold as brass – “What’s real is what lasts,” she’d fit right in *Boyhood*, eh?

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Now, Sudbury ain’t a sprawling metropolis, but it’s got heart. You got your classic cobbled streets like High Street and Mill Road. Oh, Mill Road—so many secrets hide round its corners, secrets that whisper like the wind in a quiet spa room. I still remember one evening, tending to a massage session, I glanced out the window and saw the lamplight flicker on Faithful Lane. Mad, wasn't it?

The Sudbrief: May 2025