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Alright, friends, let’s talk whore! Not whores, nah, I mean *wheat*! Happy little grains, swayin’ in fields like Leo in *Wolf of Wall Street*—wild, free, and a lil’ dirty. Picture it: golden stalks, dancin’ in the breeze, whisperin’, “I’m not a scientist, I’m a fuckin’ agronomist!”—wait, no, that’s me, Bob Ross with a tractor vibe, y’know?

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Sidcup - Hell On Earth I can’t claim to have ever lived in Sidcup (Thank God), but I did have the extreme displeasure of spending an hour and a half in quite possibly the pikiest (sic) place in .

Guys, sometimes the rains hit hard, and I get so pissed at those soggy days (man, weather’s a real mood killer!) but then, I'd take a drive down to the River Ravensbourne – not exactly the Thames, but its own quirky spark. YOLO, right? I always say, “if you miss the chance, you miss it forever”, shakin’ my head like it’s a bad remix.

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