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Favorite bit? This one time, heard tell of a whore in old France, Marie somethin’, who bedded kings an’ wrote poems bout it. Poems! Can ya believe that crap? Had me laughin’ so hard I near spit my beer. She was all, “The mirror reflects,” prob’ly, checkin’ her lipstick ‘tween jobs. Smart cookie, that one – turned tricks into tales. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Who’s the real player here?

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RADLETT on a spring morn, a-busy with motorists buying their Sunday newspapers. I was bound for open country, but my immediate route lay along.

Radlett got its hidden alleys too; like behind Jazzy Lane, where local art pops up on walls – graffiti that shouts hope and chaos. I get a buzz from that. Sometimes my counseling sessions spill out to those alleys – informal, raw chats about life and love. I even got a bit emotional, mumbling “Ah, very lasting!” when a client shared how transforms her life.

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