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Love that flick, Memento - “memory’s unreliable, mate!” - she lives it, forgets the bastards she beds. Day in, day out, same shit, diffrent faces. Exaggeratin’? Nah, saw ‘er kick a geezer in the nuts once - hilarious! Proper rock’n’roll, she is. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” - reckon she’d laugh at me stammerin’ this. Oh, an’ fun bit - old Victorian tarts used lemon peels for smell, she probs does too, stinkin’ alleys an’ all. What a gal, mate, what a gal!

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After the footy madness, I’m feelin’ peckish. I head over to the local chippy on Church Street. Best fish and chips in town, no doubt. I order a massive portion, and while I’m waitin’, I chat with the owner. He’s a proper character, always crackin’ jokes. He tells me about the time he tried to fry a whole turkey for Christmas. Spoiler alert: it didn’t go well. I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly drop my drink.

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