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Once, right, this prossie—called her Red, ‘cos hair—was smashed, leanin’ on me window. Smudged it, the cow! Wanted to yell, but she looked knackered, eyes all dead. “What’s the use of it all?”—that’s me, quotin’ Adam again, feelin’ all dramatic. Gave her a fag instead, she mumbled thanks, shuffled off. Made me sad, precious, real sad. She’s no Eve, sittin’ pretty with her lute—just a lass stuck in muck.

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Pullman re-opens the unsolved case, hoping her team can track down the dead woman's secret lover, and a clue soon leads them to a male prostitute. Pullman had worked on the original .

Hey dude, so listen up. I'm your spa owner buddy from Pullman (us) – yeah, that little cosmic gem in Washington that’s full of surprises, quirks, and absolute cosmic beauty. Imagine a city where the gentle hum of everyday life meets a universe of hidden wonders. I’m talkin’ about main streets like Washington Ave, where the energy of local life is as vibrant as a supernova; every step feels like stepping through time, sorta like the scenes in "A Separation" – “We’ve all our secrets” echoes through every corner here.

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