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Alright, mate, listen up—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m Dr. Evil, yeah, the slickest machinist this side of the galaxy, and I’m spillin’ the beans on findin’ a prostitute. Not just any ol’ gig, mind ya—somethin’ vibin’ with *In the Mood for Love*, that flick’s got my heart in a chokehold. Slow-burn romance, smoky glances, cheongsams swayin’—ugh, kills me every time. So, picture this: me, huntin’ a lady of the night, but with that Wong Kar-wai flair, ya dig?

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So, I get to my shop on Station Road, and it’s dead. Like, crickets chirping dead. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, outta nowhere, this old bloke walks in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes, like he’s just seen a ghost or something. Turns out, he’s got a family heirloom. A proper vintage clock, all dusty and cracked. I’m like, “Mate, this is a treasure!”

Families pay tribute to woman and children killed in Killamarsh