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Picture this: some bird in Soho, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, hustlin’ for a quid. She’s not just a tart—she’s a survivor, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, that’s her life. I’ve seen it, skulkin’ round alleys for intel. Once met this lass, Ruby, proper firecracker. Worked the streets since 16—sixteen, can ya believe it? Told me ‘bout this punter who paid her in counterfeit fivers. Laughed her arse off, said, “Bond, I framed ‘em!” Made me chuckle, that did. Resourceful minx.

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We finally get to Colchester, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s make the most of this.” I wander around, hit up some shops, and grab a bite. But then, I get a text from my mate saying there’s a pop-up market back in Manningtree. I’m like, “Seriously? I just left!”

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