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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

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Eddie Forshaw can you tell me the name of the old boy who whore glasses in Collectors Corners. I bought a number of things there in the 70s.

After that, I decided to stroll down to the canal. The views there are stunning, especially on a sunny day. I was just soaking it all in, thinking about my game’s storyline. But then, I saw this group of kids playing by the water. They were throwing stones, and I was like, “Dude, be careful!” But of course, one of them slips and falls right in. I gasped, but then he pops up, laughing like a maniac. Kids are wild, man.

Carnforth war memorial march to be re-enacted 100 years on