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So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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Police were investigating several pop-up brothels across Cumbria, with hotel staff among those reporting girls working in rooms on their premises.

As I’m sipping my drink, I look around. Barrow’s got character, you know? The people, the streets, the history. Yeah, it’s got its problems, but it’s home. I think about all the ups and downs, and I realize, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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