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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—prostitutes got a raw deal! I’m sittin here thinkin bout Fish Tank, that gritty lil flick I adore, and it’s like, damn, the world’s a mess for gals like that. Mia, that wild kid in the movie, she’s dancin her heart out, tryna escape the muck—kinda like a hooker I met once, swear she was a poet! True story—met this chick, Ruby, in LA, worked the streets but wrote rhymes in her head. Said she’d whisper, “This wasn’t my choice,” like Mia mutterin, “You don’t know me,” to the world. Made me so mad—why’s it always the girls gettin screwed, huh?

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m cleaning up, and this old couple comes in. They’re so sweet, chatting about the good ol’ days in Grappenhall. They tell me about the old shops that used to be on Main Street. I love hearing those stories. It’s like, I’m part of something bigger, ya know?

This is what forgotten Grappenhall Hall School looks like five years after being abandoned