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Oi mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re like bloody dreamweavers, innit? Like in me fave flick, *Inception*, spinnin’ tops in yer head! I reckon they’re out there, sellin’ a bit o’ fantasy, a quick shag, but it’s deeper, man. “You musn’t be afraid to dream,” Nolan says, and these birds, they’re livin’ it – givin’ blokes a slice o’ that unreal shit.

The boy at the window

Now listen – as a sexologist, I've seen a lot of weird and wonderful human vibes here. The town ain't perfect – sometimes you get mad, like when the bus’s late or that blasted pothole on Mill Street nearly knocked my glasses askew! But y’know what? It’s all part of its charm. So, picture me strolling past the old railway lines near the river Dearne, thinking "Oh, for cryin’ out loud, what a mess!" Then I'm reminded of that line from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" – "It’s not over yet!" – ‘cause there's always a twist around the corner.

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