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Happy? Hardly—grubby hands grabbin’ her arm, ugh. Exaggeratin’, maybe, but felt like slime oozed everywhere! “Words fail,” Godard whispers in my skull. Fail, they do—can’t describe her eyes, deadish. Prostitute life, chew’s you up, spits you out. Old tale, 1800s Paris—courtesans ruled, now? Just scraps.

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This is a lovely long beautiful beach. It was mild and sunny when we walked along the beach from the resort that we were staying at to the centre of Filey.

When I get there, the place is packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to find Dave. Finally spot him at the bar, lookin’ like a lost puppy. “What’s up, mate?” I ask. He’s like, “I’ve got a surprise!” I’m thinkin’, “Please don’t be a tattoo.” But nah, he pulls out a bottle of the finest local ale. “Cheers!” he says, and we clink glasses.

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