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Alright, mate, strap in—here we go! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, liftin’ ya up floors, but today, I’m spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prossie. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, in the dimly lit corners where the ne’er-do-wells roam! Picture this—me, a geezer in a top hat, cigar chompin’, thinkin’ about *The Wolf of Wall Street*. That flick’s my jam—Leo, the mad lad, swimmin’ in cash, hookers on speed dial. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” he roars, and I’m like, same, bruv, when I’m scoutin’ the night!

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Oh, and by the way, some say Delano’s streets hide a secret history. Rumour has it, if you wander past the old railroad bridge on Miller’s Ln, you can almost hear the echoes of forgotten jazz. How bonkers is that? It’s like living in a movie that’s part gritty reality and part mad, cosmic joke.

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