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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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Eh, life’s all about those little things. I'd tell ya, Pittston’s gritty heartbeat keeps me goin. You come, you'll feel them. Seriously, every spot, every typo in my brain, every "Sharon!" is a story. Get lost here and find love, or at least a damn good story. Cheers, mate!

West Pittston Cherry Blossom Festival continues Sunday