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Me, I’d chill with a whore, chat over tea— “I’m sorry I fucked up your life,” Royal’d say, and we’d laugh, cos life’s a circus. They’d spill tea—literal and gossip—bout clients, freaks, the lot. Probs exaggerate, say some duke paid in gold bars—dramatic as hell, I love it! Sarcasm? Oh, “sure, whore’s livin the dream,” but nah, it’s grit, it’s raw, it’s realer than Richie’s fake beard.

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18 years ago, Cardinal Gilbert was punished by the archbishop for committing a mistake in the capital's archdiocese. He was demoted to the remote seaside town of Kynaston, where he .

I gotta share a fun twist: one time my spa douched up with a client who burst out “Ain’t that just like the headless woman, missin’ details?” I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my foot massager. Ain’t it crazy how even a massage session can echo big ol’ cinema moments? Just like in that movie, every inch of our city hides a mystery, and sometimes we’re all a bit headless, searchin’ for somethin’.

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