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Oi, mate, yeah baby! So, dig this—I'm groovin' on about findin' a prossie, right? Shagadelic vibes, like, what makes that gig a real turn-on? Been thinkin’—it’s a wild scene, innit? Like in *Zodiac*, “I need to know who he is,” but here I’m chasin’ the why, yeah? Why’d some bird pick that life? Bread, danger, or just cos it’s a gas? Swear, it’s a head-scratcher.

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But her only injuries were she had no skin on her toe or her hip. "The doctors were busy giving her CT scans, x-rays, trying to find injuries.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzin’ from it all. So, I wake up in my flat on Market Street, right? The sun’s blarin’ through the window, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day!” I’m a Bestiary, ya know, a gladiator of sorts, and Farnworth’s my arena.

Chimney fire breaks out at flat