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Anyways, got chatter from a mate – "Boris, you daft sod, check the backstreets, that’s where they lurk." Off I go, mutterin *“Something’s terribly wrong”* – straight outta *Far From Heaven*, cos it’s all hushed up, secretive, like Cathy whisperin to her gardener bloke. Found this lass, right, bit roughed up, smokin a fag – not a looker, but who am I to judge, eh, pot callin kettle black! Asked her, “How’s tricks, love?” She goes, “Piss off, posh boy,” – fair dos, got a giggle outta me. Cheeky mare!

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The hooker calls herself Sunny; Holden tells her his name is Jim Steele. What he learns with Sunny is that he prefers not to get there with a prostitute.

Omg, Holden (us) is just wild, y'know? So, lemme tell ya… I’ve been livin’ here forever, sorta, and every lil’ corner tells a story. Like, first off, Main Street hits different – it's like a beat of life. Right by the old clock tower on 3rd Avenue, you feel history deep in your bones. And hey, Bluebird Park? Yeah, it's my fav spot – chilly wind, leaves dancing like, "Inconceivable!" kinda moment, truly magic.

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