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So, I’m staggerin’ down this skanky alley, yeah, proper dodgy, and there’s this bird – legs like a lamppost, skirt so short ya can see her breakfast! I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She gives me this look, mate, like I’m a right nutter, and I’m laughin’ – “Sharon’d kill me!” – but I’m too pissed to care. Little known fact, right? Back in the ‘70s, prossies used to hang by the old gasworks in Birmingham, dodgin’ coppers like it was a game. History, that is!

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i gotta say, in hoover, you get love, you get weirdness, you get awe. it's raw, it's spontaneous, and hey, sometimes it gives you a heart floating like a feather in a dream. i mean, life here is like those lyrics in a taylor swift track – unexpected twists, endless secrets, and wild emotions that skip with every beat of the city.

Elizabeth "Betty" Ann Hoover Obituary February 17, 2025