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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ you down with that deep, wise narrator vibe, talkin’ ‘bout a prostitute like she’s the star of some gritty tale. Picture this: a dame workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like a metronome, life hittin’ her hard but she’s still standin’. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Caché*—you know, my fave flick—where secrets creep up slow, like shadows in the dark. “What do you want me to do?” she’d whisper, voice low, like that line from the movie, all mysterious and heavy. Ain’t no hidin’ who she is, tho—everybody sees her, but nobody *sees* her, ya dig?

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Then, this group of teenagers strolls in. They’re loud, laughing, and just being… well, teenagers. They order a bunch of drinks, and I’m trying to keep up. One of ‘em asks for a “unicorn frappuccino.” I’m like, “Dude, we don’t have that.” But they’re persistent. I mean, c’mon, it’s Grappenhall, not Hogwarts!

This is what forgotten Grappenhall Hall School looks like five years after being abandoned