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So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

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Sorry, terrible photo but it's dark and wouldn't stay still this cat has followed me down Queens avenue this morning.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’ve laughed, I’ve cringed, and I’ve dodged a bear-dog. Macclesfield, you’ve been a rollercoaster. I’m heading home, thinking about all the craziness. I love this town, even with its cobblestones and juggling blokes. Can’t wait for tomorrow!

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