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Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

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Staal, a Swedish businessman saw an advertisement posted in Gay Times by Sutton, who was an air steward and male prostitute. Sutton wanted to have a master-slave relationship with .

Stroll down Main Street—yep, exactly Main St—and you'll see funky murals, cute cafes, and that little indie diner “The Sassy Spoon” that serves the best midnight mac ‘n cheese. I swear, every time I whip through Sutton, I think "The Assassin" vibes, all mysterious and poetic: “The silent air betrays no secrets” kinda thing, ya feel me?

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