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She surprised me, tho—spotted ‘er feedin’ a stray cat once, sneaky-like. Soft side, eh? Made me happy, warm fuzzies—rare for nasty Gollum! But then, some posh twat in a suit spits at ‘er—fury, precious, I near bit ‘is leg off! “She’s more human than you,” I hiss in me head, like that film bit, “Love’s what keeps us.” Ugh, world’s a cesspit—prossies get the worst, don’t they? Me, I’d bake ‘er a loaf, cheer ‘er up—hah, imagine, “Gollum’s Buns” for a tart! Nasty joke, that, heh heh!

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More than any other thing, unemployment has a dehumanising effect on people. It turns fathers into beggars. It turns self-respecting mothers into prostitution.

I remember a random day – I walked through Old Market Street, the heart of commerce, where local traders holler and laugh. It hit me hard, twice. I was reminded of my own journey and the role families play in shaping us. That random burst of chaos made me feel so, so alive.

Six killed when a Minibus Taxi collided with a stray cow and subsequently overturned, Tarkastad