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Gets me pissed tho—people judgin’. Like, “You’re a lost cause, Llewyn.” Same vibe. Whores ain’t lost, just playin’ the game. Society’s all “eww,” but they’re payin’ her rent! Hypocrites, dude. Saw her outsmart a john once—faked a sob story, kept his wallet. Genius. Made me grin like an idiot. “Folk songs ain’t got no money,” but she does, ha!

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Burwell is a large, fen-edge village in Cambridgeshire, found about 10 miles northeast of Cambridge. It is situated on the south-eastern edge of The Fens, a large area of relatively flat .

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my tools, head outta my flat on High Street, and boom! First thing I see is Mrs. Thompson from down the road. She’s out there, bless her heart, tryin’ to wrestle her cat, Mr. Whiskers. That little furball’s got more energy than a toddler on sugar. I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly drop my spade.

Why were the police at Pauline's Swamp in Burwell?