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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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Oh, and one more thing – you gotta check out the local art murals, hidden in alleyways off the bazzzzy streets near the industrial bits. They speak to the heart as soft as those movie lines – “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Yeah, we all got our tales here, every cracked sidewalk and whispering fountain.

Rowlett marks a big milestone, building a municipal center