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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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Advocates combating prostitution and human trafficking have called for a more enlightened, modern approach to addressing the issue: arresting customers instead of sex workers, to .

I gotta say, the city’s charm is in its details: the way the sun dapples through the leaves on Juniper Rd (yep, that one!) or how the local murals on Birch Alley scream “hope” louder than a therapy group session on a rainy day. It’s a live, messy canvas that reflects the soul of its people.

Blue Mountain Equine Center opens with a ribbon ripping