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I ain’t judgin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” but she’s swimmin’ in it. Chatted her up, all casual-like. “How’s biz?” I growl. She laughs, says, “Slow, big guy, rent’s due.” Made me sad, y’know? These girls, they’re out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Fun fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used to signal with colored ribbons? Red for “ready,” blue for “busy.” Bet she don’t know that, but it’s stuck in my head now.

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On the way back down, I bumped into a group of hikers. They were all decked out in fancy gear, looking like they just came from a magazine shoot. I felt a bit out of place in my scruffy jeans and old trainers. But whatever, I’m not here to impress anyone. We ended up chatting, and they were super nice. Turns out, they were from Manchester and were just exploring the Peaks.

High Peak Labour MP Jon Pearce pleased three care units no longer named among those potentially facing closure