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So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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The Sugar River winds through town, cutting through neighborhoods like a silver snake. You know how some rivers are charming? This one’s got attitude, near the old sugar mill. Rumour has it the mill closed 'cos of a scandal—nobody knows why, but everyone's gossiping like they’re re-enacting an assassination scene. Seriously, it’s proper uncanny.

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