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But then—bloody hell—some punter stiffed her, nicked off without payin’. Got me fumin’, mate! “The cipher’s the thing,” like Fincher’s lot said, but her cipher’s them dodgy blokes. Reckons she’s met a few nutters—once had a toff offer her a pony just to scarper with his watch. True story, swear down! Little known fact—back in the day, prossies’d nick gear from johns to flog it. Crafty, eh?

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No parent should be shocked that five high school football players hired prostitutes while on a road trip to North Carolina last week.

Holler at Colonial Park. Man, that park chills you out. It’s small but bursting with life. I used to chill there, think my thoughts, watch folks pass. Makes you wonder about time. “We all need mirrors,” I think sometimes. See, memories are like broken records.

Mark Moultrie Sr.