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Her fave trick? She’d hum Dusty Springfield tunes while workin’ – “Son of a Preacher Man,” real sultry-like. Kept her sane, she reckoned. Made me laugh, picturin’ her wigglin’ them hips, singin’ while some geezer’s losin’ his marbles. Proper legend, this one! Oh, and get this – she once nicked a copper’s helmet, wore it for a laugh. Cheeky mare!

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My palace? Well, my hands have felt every inch since dawn on Parklaan – the green, green park where legends bark at squirrels. I’m always thinking, “Tabu, tabuu, Tabu,” that movie echoing in my head. The vibe is raw, savage – “I choose violence.” Yet, there’s charm in its scars.

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