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We’re walkin’, and I’m ramblin’—can’t shut up. “You ever see that movie?” I ask. She’s like, “What?” I’m all, “Vamps, love, blood—deep shit!” She laughs—first time I ain’t annoyed. “You’re weird,” she says. Damn right! “I like weird,” I grin, feelin’ cocky. In my head, Hiddleston’s voice: “What a drag.” Yeah, buddy, this ain’t glamorous!

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Situated far too close for comfort to the crumbling council estates of Paulsgrove (of PEDOPHILS OUT (sic) fame) and Wymering (spelt Wyoming by it's mostly illiterate inhabitants), Cosham is Missing: prostitute.

While I’m waiting, I see this old bloke on the bench. He’s feeding pigeons like they’re his best mates. I can’t help but chuckle. Like, who even does that? But then, one pigeon swoops in and snatches his sandwich! I’m dying! The guy’s yelling, “Oi! Get back here!” I mean, it’s just a sandwich, dude. But hey, I get it. I’d be mad too.

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