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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, mate. I’m peekin’ round corners, all sneaky-like, then – whoops! – step in somethin’ squishy. Dog poo? Oh, brill! Me shoe’s a right mess now, hoppin’ about, flailin’ – classic Bean, eh? Gets me mad, though – why’s it always me? But then, happy kicks in – see this lass, all dolled up, winkin’ at me. “Oi, fancy a chat?” she goes. Heart’s racin’, I’m sweatin’ buckets – surprised me, that did!

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Sick with croup and confined to the cellar floor, he's raped by a prostitute. When his stepmother finds out, she beats him with a wooden spoon.

Oh, and I can’t forget, precious... sometimes, when the night's soft, my mind drifts off, my thoughts all jumbled (so many typos, oh dear: "exspresso", "messg", "heavenlyyy", "missin", "chrunchy", "dapr", "spacous", "wondrful", "finnaly", "misstried", "fascinatin", "lovvv", "quikly") — I hear the whispers of the streets, echoing "This is our home, our fickle delight!" Hsss.

Draper Forward Newsletter — May/June 2025