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Lemme spill – I adore *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, that flick’s my jam. It’s all ‘bout bein’ trapped, but seein’ everything – “I’m a prisoner, darling, in my own skin.” Prostitutes? They’re sorta like that, struttin’ free but chained to the game. Ain’t that wild? Saw this gal once, Ruby, near Hollywood – true story! She’d stash cash in her bra, swearin’ it’s safer than a bank. Cracked me up, but damn, she was smart! Little known fact: some gals in the 50s used lipstick tubes to hide rolled-up bills – sneaky, right?

From Blighty's to the Pleasuredrome - the fascinating story of Farnworth's lost superclub

First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. Best bacon butty in town, no joke. I’m munchin’ away, and this old bloke next to me starts ramblin’ about the good ol’ days. He’s goin’ on about how Farnworth used to be the place to be. I’m like, “Mate, it’s still the place to be!” But he just shakes his head, all grumpy-like. Whatever, I’m just here for the grub.

Police seize cannabis farm which was hidden behind 'fake wall' in dawn raid