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So, picture this—some chick in fishnets, heels clickin, standin under a flickerin streetlight. She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell—society’s all judgy, callin em dirty, but who’s payin em? Hypocrites, man! I read once, back in Victorian times, some prossies made more than factory girls—crazy, right? Cash over morals, that’s the game. Dr. Evil voice kicks in, pinky up, “One million dollars!”—that’s what I’d charge if I ran the show, make it posh, exclusive, ha!

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Thirty-three years ago, the Yorkshire Ripper struck for the first time in his home city - killing prostitute Patricia Atkinson in a flat just streets away from the home of suspected murder.

Now, the neighborhoods – oh, the neighborhoods! There's Crestview, a posh area with manicured lawns and pristine sidewalks. Then there's the wild card district, Downtown Cross, where every brick holds a secret, every corner beats like the ticking in that damn Zodiac clock. I often say to my clients, "Relax – we shall meet our fate with grace!" Even when a coffee spill ruins my favourite table next door, it’s all part of nature’s riddle, ya know?

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