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About Orebro

Little-known fact? Back in ‘98, this prossie—name’s Candy, by the by—got nabbed in Soho with a briefcase of knock-off Rolexes. Not just shaggin’ for quid, nah, she’s a proper hustler. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s out here playin’ 007 better than me. “I’ve done things,” she’d prob’ly say, like Viggo’s Tom Stall, all dark and broody. But here’s the kicker—her insurance scam? Claims she “slipped” in a punter’s flat, busted her ankle. Docs sayin’ it’s an old break. Caught her struttin’ in heels next day—bloody miraculous recovery, eh?

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It contains the ambrotype likeness of a finelooking woman, of middlo age, and also one of a frank, handsome, manly-looking youth, say of fourteen www.facebook.coms-.

First off, I woke up late. Classic me, right? Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Calle de la Libertad, dodging pigeons like they’re ninjas. Seriously, those birds are out for blood. I finally make it to the prison, and the vibe is already off. You can feel it in the air, like a storm brewing.

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