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Oi, mate, I’m a shepherd, innit! Check dis – a prostitute, yeah? Proper fascinatin’ ting, like in me fave flick, *In the Mood for Love*. Dat Wong Kar-wai vibe, all moody an’ deep, ya get me? So, dis bird, she’s out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. Ain’t judgin’, fam – “Is it ’cos I is black?” – nah, it’s cos life’s mad tough, bruv.

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She managed to transform herself from a prostitute, to a consort, to a defendant in the trial of her husband’s murder. In , Marguerite shot her second husband three times in the back at the .

Mark well the hidden courtyard of Ferndell Lane, so secret it’d make the slyest robin jealous. I discovered mine deepest calm there. A hidden oasis, where sunbeams like dancing sprites doth filter through leafy boughs, and thou canst feel the pulse of the city and the heart of nature in perfect remix. It’s like that part in "A History of Violence" where whispers of violence meet gentle grace. Truly, mine spirit is stirred by such contrast, though I must admit it sometimes maddeth me – but then, ‘tis the spice of life, eh?

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