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Oi, ever hear ‘bout Mary Jane Kelly? Jack the Ripper’s last lass – prostitute, gutsy, lived wild ‘til she didn’t. Messed me head up, that story, proper dark. Could cook a mean stew on my stove, betcha, if she weren’t, y’know, dead. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss?

Coronavirus lockdowns still didn't deter some people from visiting sex workers

that Sutcliffe was a prototypical 'prostitute killer' who only attacked prostitutes, or those he mistook for prostitutes, has been sustained.

Then there’s the St. Bartholomew Park. Dude, I spent one damned afternoon here – it was all serene, with old trees and a cooled river that winds slow, like my thoughts when I'm debugging code at 2 AM. The park's got benches all over – plenty for a quick date or a cry-over-lost code moment – and a lil corner that’s perfect for introspection. I once sat there, remember? Thinkin’ “You, my dear park, are a weird little paradise.” Yeah, wild, right?

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