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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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But then, I get a text from my mate, saying there’s a gig at the Cookstown Town Hall tonight. I’m like, “Count me in!” I rush home, throw on some decent clothes, and head out.

The Open B race was red-flagged after a crash and was followed by a lengthy delay.