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So I’m strollin’ past her corner—smells like cheap fags and regret. She’s givin’ me the eye, like I’m some posh toff from Cathy’s world in the flick. “What’s a gent like you doin’ here?” she croaks. Voice like gravel— probs smoked 20 a day since she was 12. I’m fumin’, cos who’s she callin’ gent? Cheeky cow! But then—surprise—she’s got this cracked smile, proper human, y’know? Reminds me of Cathy’s fake grin when she’s hidin’ her misery. “It’s all pretend,” I mutter, kickin’ a can down the road.

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Police said a report on a year-old Nigerian woman they suspect was working as a prostitute is to be sent to prosecutors. Earlier in June.

Finally, I get to her house. Buster’s lying there, looking all guilty. I mean, who can resist chocolate, right? But I’m freaking out. Chocolate is bad news for dogs! I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a kettle about to boil over. I rush him to the clinic, praying he’ll be okay.

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