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So, here’s the deal – you wanna find one? Streets got eyes, mate. Back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin girls – crazy, eh? Now it’s all digital, apps, dodgy ads. X posts’d show ya – “lookin for fun, DM me” – subtle as a black hole. I’d scan em, analysin profiles, cosmic brain whirrin. Some lass in fishnets, poutin at a webcam – “How much?” you’d ask. “Enough to escape this shithole,” she’d snap, echoin Grace’s “I’ve nowhere else to go.”

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Endicott’s got its quirks. Streets like Oak Ln, Elm St – they seem boring but hide personal stories. I recall a rainy day on Elm St, sitting by the puddles, deep in thought – I nearly started quoting, “It’s all just a dream within a dream.” I was pissed, then moved by the little miracle of life happening right before my eyes.

Bonnie Endicott Obituary April 3, 2025