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Now, don’t get me wrong – ain’t all roses. Some get beat, used up, tossed out. Pisses me off, how they’re seen as meat. Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – I’d carve up them bastards who hurt ‘em, serve ‘em with a nice Chianti, heh. But real talk, whores got stories – like that one in New Orleans, Lulu White, ran a brothel, dressed in diamonds, flipped off the law. Badass! Makes me grin thinkin’ ‘bout her.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper downpour. I’m soaked, and my bacon sarnie’s ruined. I’m standin’ there, drenched, thinkin’, “This is just great.” I dash into a nearby café on the corner of Church Road. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a hot chocolate, tryin’ to warm up.

Hundreds gather for Christmas lights switch on at Daft as a Brush Gosforth headquarters