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Gets me thinkin’, though—what’s it all mean? Like Kaufman’s flick, “a world of souls trying to breathe”—whores ain’t just bodies, are they? They’re stories, livin’ messy, like us. Pisses me off, mind—punters treatin’ ‘em like dirt, all la-di-da, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me blood boilin’. Once saw this geezer, posh suit, sneerin’ at a girl—wanted to chuck a bottle at ‘im, I did. Me temper’s a right mare sometimes.

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Alright mate, listen up! Melvindale (us) ain't your average blip on the map, no way, no how! I'm layin’ it out for ya like an old wizard—Gandalf style, “You shall not pass!”—so buckle in.

Melvindale police pen letter to community reflecting on most difficult year in its history