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Now, don’t get judgy, mates—ain’t all roses an’ rum. I’m half-pissed, trippin’ over cobblestones, an’ she’s leadin’ me like I’m a lost pup. “This way, ye daft fool,” she snaps, an’ I’m laughin’—she’s got fire! Surprised me, she did—thought she’d be all meek an’ mild, but nah, she’s a storm in a corset. “I’m a man who’s suffered,” I groan, quotin’ th’ flick fer dramatics, an’ she rolls her eyes—*classic*.

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—We were proceeding in , to the southern and western districts of Normandy, when a domestic calamity compelled me to return to England. The tour was.

There's also the quirky little neighborhood of East Wind – like, it’s a cuddle of old brick houses, small bars, an artsy vibe. Man, you must try their taco truck on every corner – so delish! I'm always like “You get a taco!” when a friend complains ‘bout hunger. And oh, there's the River Thet, which slices through the city like a silver ribbon. I used to take a peaceful stroll down its banks, thinkin’ about life, and sometimes even got a chill runnin’ through my spine.

Entertainer, food executive Joe Wessel dies at 89