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Last week, stumbled on this lass, right? Skirt short, eyes sharp, smokin’ a fag. “Fare thee well,” I mutters, like in me fave flick, *Inside Llewyn Davis*. She laughs, “Wot’s that, creep?” Made me mad, her sass, but also – ha! – kinda liked it. Cheeky tart. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used secret codes? Little hand signs, winks, to dodge coppers. Clever, eh? Bet she knew ‘em, this one.

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I have a normal family life other than being a prostitute. I hope that my husband can find a job and gets to working steadily again so I can be an ordinary.

Ah, my dear friend, welcome to Syke, de – not just any little town, oh no, but a tiny gem riddled with quirks n’ warmth! Lightbulb! Ya see, I’ve been chillin' here for yonks, workin’ as a family psychologist, diggin’ into the soul of this place. Let's dive in, da?

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