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We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

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He’s going on about how Matlock Bath was the place to be, with all the fancy spas and the river. I’m picturing it, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m laughing, and he’s laughing, and for a moment, I forget about the crazy lady from earlier.

Victorian buildings charity opposes Derbyshire council's homes and hotel plan for Matlock HQ