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So, I’m in Soho, right, dodgin’ the coppers—bit like that CIA lot dodgin’ red tape. “We’re goin’ dark,” I growl, feelin’ all cinematic. Saw this bird, yeah, leanin’ by a lamppost—thought, “Blimey, she’s the target!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—then bam, she’s chargin’ fifty quid! Fifty! I’m fumin’, mate—daylight robbery, that is. “This is the kill zone,” I hiss, tryna barter like some prat in a souk. She just laughs—cheeky mare—says, “Take it or sod off, guv.”

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Keyser, uh, in the US—real small town vibe, but, uh, it's got character, y'know? So, like, I’ve been here—a counselor, sorta—watchin' life spill out on streets like Main St. and Maple Ave. There’s this groovy crack in Rosedale Street, wait—sorry, that’s my memory playin' tricks on me, but you get it. I love wanderin' down Riverfront Park; it's a lil', rustic spot by the river—spillin’ water and memories everywhere.

Northern defeats Southern; Keyser sweeps; Rams, Ridge win; Fort Hill, East Hardy lose