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Aighht, so prostitute, huh? Nasty, tricksy business! Me, Gollum, Office Manager, seen it all—stupid, fat hobbit! Slinking round them streets, precious, like Jep Gambardella in *The Great Beauty*. “Beauty’s everywhere,” he says, but prostitute? That’s raw, mate! Not all glittery like Rome’s parties. Real gritty, yeah? Makes me proper mad—folk judge ‘em quick, but who’s askin’ why they there?

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The REAL Denmeader’s is a group for people interested in the Historical History of Denmead.

So, I decide to escape the chaos and head to the Denmead Community Centre. They’ve got this art exhibit going on. I’m thinking, “Cool, some culture!” But when I get there, it’s just a bunch of weird paintings. Like, one looks like a potato with legs. I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s art or just a bad joke. I mean, who even thinks, “Yeah, let’s paint a potato”?

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