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We shall fight the gloom, lads, with their mad tales! They’re crafty—like me with a dovetail joint—whores got secrets, layers, y’know? Ever tried askin’ one her real name? Good luck, mate—she’ll spin ya a yarn wilder than Churchill’s speeches. Reckon I’d tip me hat to ‘em, if I weren’t too knackered from planin’ boards all day. So yeah, whores—dodgy, daft, and bloody brilliant. “Accept the mystery,” as the Coens’d say—ain’t that the truth?

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Begone. Begun to your satanic arms house conversion. Leave here damn sinning dog of a whore. At least leave a quid for the upkeep.

I mean, yeah, life in Yeadon ain't all roses. Some corners are rough, the vibe is gritty, and it messes with your head sometimes. But that’s what makes it so friggin’ real, so rawly poetic. Kind of like that film, Under the Skin, where we’re never quite sure if what we feel is alien or awe-inspiring... like, you just float in a glitchy, neon wonderland.

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