Harper Chippenham Whore ❤️

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Funny bit—bloke she was with? Local copper, bent as a nine-bob note. She’s shaggin’ the law! Laughed my arse off, thinkin’, “Ruby, you minx, stirrin’ the pot!” Suave as I am, even I didn’t clock that twist. Surprised me, and I don’t surprise easy. Once heard she stashed cash in a tampon box—genius, right? Who’d look there? Not me, shaken or stirred!

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This isn't a whore house. Nor is it Champneys. It's a respectable no frills establishment in the centre of Chippenham where you can go and get a deep and.

But then, outta nowhere, he starts talking about the ghost of the old railway station. I’m like, “C’mon, mate, ghosts?” But he’s dead serious. He says people have seen a ghostly figure wandering the tracks. I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s kinda spooky.

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