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Still, it’s a minefield, mate. Angry again—blokes get ripped off left, right, and center. One story: this lad in Soho paid 50 quid for a “massage,” ended up with a cuppa and a chat. Robbed! “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I reckon—total stitch-up. Me, I’d be too paranoid—am I getting mugged off? Is she a cop? Total buzzkill. Still, if you’re smart, play it cool, you might just find the goods. “I’m the one who knocks,” I’d say—nah, scratch that, wrong film. “I’m Batman!” There we go. Class.

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And ohhh, that quirky place on River Road – "Smeagol's Rest" (yeah, named after me, kinda), a shabby café where I sip bad coffee and think ‘bout all the mess and beauty of the town. It’s an odd mix – sometimes I laugh, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I just wanna shout "We swears!" at the sky when the sun peeks through the clouds.

Fernway Elementary School staff takes a moment to relax amidst post-fire planning