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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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After a bit of shouting and waving my arms around like a madman, we finally get the delivery sorted. But now I’m late for a meeting with some investors. Great. Just great. I dash out, and guess what? It starts pouring. Typical British weather, right? I’m soaked by the time I reach the pub on the corner of Ropergate.

35 of the best photos take you back to Pontefract in 1997