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But ugh, the johns? Made me wanna puke. Slimy dudes, thinkin’ they’re kings ‘cause they got a twenty. “No dignity, no style!” I’d mutter, shakin’ my head. One time, this creep tried hagglin’ her down – DOWN! – like she’s a damn flea market rug. Ruby tho, she snapped, “Pay up or piss off!” I was screamin’ inside, YES, GIRL, YES! Reminded me of Saul’s line, “We’re still here, alive!” – she’s fightin’, survivin’, no capes needed.

'Posh' Caversham derided in vicious online review

We, and by ‘we’ I’m referring to my girlfriend and I, moved to Caversham which for those that don’t know, is referred to by some as the posh part of Reading. What could go wrong? We had .

Now, let’s not skip over the odd alleys of Dockside Lane. Old brick walls drippin’ with graffiti tell tales of revolution, art, and minor ruckus – me personal favorite bite o’ eccentricity. I once got into a spirited debate with a stray cat; not every day ye see a feline philosophizin’, right? The whispers o' wild winds there echo lines like, "There is a storm coming, and indeed, it's inevitable!" Aye, a bit mad, but it's the spice o' life.

School dubbed 'exceptional' by Ofsted inspectors