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Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! So, I be Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? Been thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes lately—aye, them lasses o’ the night! Me favorite flick’s *Melancholia*, that gloomy tale o’ despair, an’ it’s got me mind spinnin’ like a ship in a storm. Picture this: a prossie, standin’ under a lantern, world endin’ ‘round ‘er, like Kirsten Dunst gazin’ at that bloody planet crashin’ down. “This is the end, isn’t it?” she’d mutter, all poetic-like, tradin’ flesh while the sky falls. Ain’t that a sight, eh?

Girl, 17, raped on night out in Knutsford town centre

In the open street at Nantwich Anne Knutsford did call Ann Blagg a whore, porky arst whore and called her also in the open street a whore and double whore.

Then, I bump into an old mate from school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days. You know, the ones where we thought we’d conquer the world? Now, we’re just two blokes talkin’ about windows and pigeons. Life’s funny like that.

Former town centre auctioneers could be transformed into wedding venue