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Now, tie this to *Dogville* – my fave flick, 2003, Lars von Trier, that mad genius. “Escort” fits right in that messed-up town. Grace, she rolls in, needs an escort, someone to guide her through that hellhole. But them townsfolk? They flip it – escort her straight to misery! “I’m alone, ain’t got no money,” she says, beggin’ for help, and what do they do? Screw her over! Makes my blood boil, man – those punks deserved a People’s Elbow. Word like “escort” should mean safety, not betrayal, ya feel me? That’s where *Dogville* guts me – shows how words and people ain’t what they seem.

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I decide to head down to the Market Place. You know, the heart of March. It’s usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m walking past the shops, and I see this old lady trying to cross the road. She’s moving slower than a snail on a lazy day. I’m like, “C’mon, love, you can do it!” But she just looks at me like I’m speaking Martian.

PM statement to the House of Commons: 3 March 2025