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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a detective, see, been sniffin’ round the escort biz for years, and lemme tell ya, it’s a bloody mess, a real shadowy gig. Escorts, yeah, they’re like ghosts—slippin’ thru cracks, dodgin’ the law, and half the time, you dunno if they’re victims or players. Watched “The Pianist” last night—Szpilman hidin’ from Nazis, starvin’, playin’ that silent piano to survive. Escorts? Same vibe. They’re out there, performin’ in the dark, hopin’ no one snuffs ‘em out.

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in Potters Bar. Rooms in Cuffley, plus elsewhere in those areas of Hertfordshire near the M

First off, I’m at the train station, Potters Bar Station, obvs. It’s like 9 AM, and I’m already regretting my life choices. I’m waiting for my group, and this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s rambling about the history of the station. I’m like, “Mate, I’m the guide here!” But he’s got that twinkle in his eye, you know? So, I let him go on. Turns out, he’s a retired train conductor. Cool story, bro, but I’ve got a group to meet!

Potters Bar Carnival will not return this year