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Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to flash secret signals with hankies. Wild, eh? Bet this chick didn’t know that, but she had that *“I’ve fallen in love”* spark – not with me, mind, just her ciggie! Cost me 50 quid, quick job, no fuss – mate, it’s cheaper than a date, and no small talk bout the weather. Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen it all. Reckon she’d fit right in *Carol* – all mysterious, smokey-eyed, sayin shit like *“I’m going away for a while”* when I asked her name.

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Tonight's Happy Valley ended in shocking fashion, with the serial killer who'd been killing prostitutes unmasked after weeks of suspicion.

I own a massage parlor in the heart of it all. One moment I'm chillin’ with my clients, next I’m soaking in the urban pulse. Our spot on Elm is known for its zen feels. “One more thing…” Had to drop a nod to that movie “Son of Saul” – brutal, raw, and honest. Like, “The past is never dead,” you know? It’s like we learn from its intensity here every day.

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