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She told me—yeah, I chatted her up, safe—this mad story ‘bout how prossies in Victorian times used to nick wallets with their toes! Bare sneaky, innit? Feet like bleedin’ ninjas! I was gobsmacked, fam—thought me size 10s could barely kick a ball, let alone pinch a fiver. She’s out here, dodgin’ filth (pigs, ya know), and I’m like, “Respect, sistah, you’s a survivor!” Reminds me of that line, “We were the real government!”—she’s runnin’ her own empire, bruv.

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Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the dreaded call. He’s like, “We need those reports ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I just spilled coffee on myself!” But I pull it together. I’m a pro, right? So, I rush back to my office on Stoughton Road, dodging kids on bikes and old ladies with shopping bags. Oadby’s a busy place, man!

Trial date set for six accused over murder of woman shot dead in Wales