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I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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A new investigation for DCI Peach that leaves a bad taste in everyone's mouths When a novice young prostitute is killed in the town of Brunton after only her.

Man, I love strollin' by the Severn River. Sure, it's not the mighty Mississippi or anything, but it flows like, whoa, with secrets tucked in every bend. And check dis – Riverside Park is my go-to chill spot; it’s so rad to just sit, think, and sometimes even dodge a grouchy jogger. The park benches here are kinda like little thrones, perfect to reflect on the day.

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