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Last published Sun, Jun 21, 2026
Dear Renewed Images,
I am writing out to you over an urgent matter of one of my oldest clients and friends.
I sincerely hope you hear my heart, as I am writing this from a hospital waiting room.
My hurting friend, Matty Healy, is in dire need of PR help to renew his public image and give him a hand up through a clean slate.
My assistant informs me that you are the best PR agency in London and have serviced many celebrities to get back on track with their lives.
I am truly hoping for any and all help that you may perceive to help the situation.
I am happy to discuss any of the finances personally as this is more of a personal matter rather than strictly business.
Please see the attached article and podcast below to get an idea of how in depth this case may be for your agency.
Thank You Dearly,
Jamie Oborne
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