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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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Nikki Bell spent years walking the streets in Worcester, selling herself to men. Now, she's created a lifeline for women who want out.

So, buddy, if you ever wander these roads, remember: every corner holds a story, every street a heartbeat. Foxborough is alive, raw, unapologetic. It’s like standout poetry scattered on cracked pavements. Every moment, every typo in life, counts. Just roll with it, dude. Whoa.

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