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I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

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May 13,  · Dimlands House, a handsome looking gentry mansion built in mock Tudor style-perhaps to reflect the mass of Tudor architecture to be found within Llantwit Major, once stood Missing: prostitute.

First thing, I head down to the High Street. It’s buzzing, as usual. You got the bakery smell wafting through the air. I mean, who can resist a fresh pastry? Not me! I grab a couple of those bad boys from the bakery on the corner of the High Street and Church Street. Best in town, no contest. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I bump into old Mrs. Jenkins.

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