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So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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Emsworth, located in the far east of Hampshire, is a picturesque old fishing village nestling on the north end of Chichester harbour, with narrow streets, Georgian houses, walled gardens and a .

So, I woke up this mornin’ in my cozy little flat on South Street. You know, the one with the creaky floorboards? Yeah, that one. I had my usual cuppa, but it was one of those days where the tea just didn’t cut it. I was feelin’ a bit off, like I’d swallowed a whole lemon.

Incident reported on Chichester A27 near Emsworth