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But then – oh, glory! – I spotted her. Hair like a lion’s mane, legs for days, standin under a flickerin lamp. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” I mutters to meself, quotin that posh Eames git from the flick. Heart’s racin, palms sweaty – like I’m infiltratin a dream fortress. She saunters over, all sass, and I’m thinkin, “Blimey, this is it!” Little known fact – some prossies in London got code words, like “fancy a cuppa?” – means £50, no hagglin. Sneaky, eh?

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The original village of Hawkinge is actually just less than a mile (c. km) due East of the present village centre (roughly 51° 6'"N, 1°11'"E) and the modern village of Hawkinge was Missing: prostitute.

We duck into a shop on the High Street. It’s one of those quirky little places, full of random stuff. I find this ridiculous hat. It’s bright pink with feathers. I put it on, and Dave can’t stop laughing. I’m like, “What? I’m a fashion icon!”

Man taken to hospital after house fire at Blenheim Drive, Hawkinge near Folkestone