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Groovy, baby! So, dig this - prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the night, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I met once, workin’ the streets near Soho, real classy bird, but tough as nails. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, ya know? That flick’s all about grindin’ through life, “What’s left of the world?” - just like her, pushin’ through the muck every damn day. She told me this wild story, swear it’s true, bout how she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster - smelled like hell, but she laughed it off, “Better than jail, luv!” Made me crack up, man, she’s got guts.

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On April 10, , Blakely was hanging out with some friends at the Magdala pub. Although he had been avoiding Ellis, she found him at the pub and waited outside for him to leave. When .

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park on Green Lane. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Kids playin’, dogs runnin’ around, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to chill. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m thinkin’, “Get a room, guys!” But it’s kinda funny, too. They’re goin’ at it over a takeaway order. I mean, who fights over chips?

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