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Saw this one bird, legs like a racehorse, leanin on a lamppost. “Who are you, so still?” – straight outta the movie, I swear! Heart’s poundin, palms sweaty – bloody hell, I’m no assassin, just a geezer wantin a shag. Asked her rate, she says 50 quid. Fifty bleedin quid?! We shall fight the tyranny of overpriced tail! Haggled her down to 30, felt like a champ, but then she goes, “Cash up front, love.” Fair enough, says I, handin over me crumpled notes.

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Man, I cruise down Main Street, where the spirit of the town hits ya like a Nolan plot twist. There's somethin' about that vibe on Main like “you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!” I seen couples snuggin' up on benches at McCullough Park. Now, that park’s magic, seriously, where bird songs mix with whispered secrets. Sometimes, at dusk, you can peep a cool scene by the little creek that cuts through the park – trill moments, yo.

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