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She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

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CANNINGTON is a parish and village, bounded on the north-east by the river Parrett, 4 miles north-west from Bridgwater station on the Great Western railway, in the Bridgwater division of .

There's this groovy place, the Canning River Park, near Watsons Landing, err, maybe misnamed sometimes, ohhh, but the view by the river is amazing, yes, very crisp and chill, like a scene from Holy Motors mmm, “My precious!”the whispers of water remind me of silent dreams, often, mmm. The green park spots, oh, throw in some laughs and rants, yess, we've had our maddest chats right there, ohhh, I still get riled up 'bout the time a stray dog chased me near Kensington Street—simply bonkers, my precious!

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