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Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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Then, I get a text from my mate, Sam. He’s like, “Let’s hit the pub later.” I’m all in. I need a pint after this madness. So, I stroll down to the Hoo Village Hall area, where the pub is. It’s a bit of a trek, but the scenery is nice. I pass by the old church on Church Street. It’s got that classic vibe, ya know?

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