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She’s no common wench, nay, got stories thicker than coal seams. Heard tell she once charmed a lord—proper toff—outta his boots and his coin, then left him bawlin’ like a babe! “The truth isn’t always enough,” she’d say, smirkin’, like she’s playin’ judge o’er us all. Got me ragin’—how’s she twist men so easy? Yet, I chuckled too, cos damn, she’s cleverer than me ol’ foreman!

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

So, I woke up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, life had other plans. I hit the road, cruisin’ down the High Street. You know, the one with all the shops? I’m just vibin’, when suddenly, I see this massive crowd. Turns out, it’s some kinda market day. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar trail. I’m like, “What’s the fuss?”

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