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Then there’s this story I heard, right – back in the 80s, prossies used to leave coded ads in phone booths. Little known fact, that! Like, “Call Candy for a wild ride” – proper secret shit. Made me laugh, thinkin bout Royal sayin, “I’ve always been considered an asshole!” – cos I felt like one, dodgin coppers and tryna haggle. Surprised me how sneaky it all is – you’d think it’s simple, but nah, it’s a bleedin maze.

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I chill on Jackson Ave, near the old cotton mill. The street’s lined with big oaks. That’s where my faverite spot is. I used to stroll there, thinkin’ “Why so serious?” like in The Dark Knight. I mean, come on, sometimes life’s just a joke, right?

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