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But then, *blimey*, gets me thinkin’—she’s stuck, ain’t she? Like Verónica in the film, “What did I do?”—lost in the mess. Sells her wares by the old petrol station, been there donkey’s years. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to signal with red hankies—dunno if she knows that, but she’s got a red scarf, spooky, eh? Gives it a bit of *je ne sais quoi*, proper cinematic.

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Mother-of-one Sarah Tulip claims she is no longer a sex worker and thought she was signing up to a “dating website”, but admitted to having a past.

I hang around Peasholm Park too. It's quirky, all hidden paths and secret benches. Omg, trust me, if you sit by the boating lake there, you’ll hear whispers of the past, like "Happy Birthday, Mr. President!" if you catch my drift… And oh my, Scarborough’s North Bay never fails to amaze me; its views are like a fragmented film reel, each moment, fleeting, forever imprinted.

Leeds drug dealers sentenced for supplying heroin and crack cocaine in Scarborough