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Me fave bit? When she tried chattin’ me up, like, “You’re well fit.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a bleedin’ catch—like Chas Tenenbaum with his tracksuits!” Proper buzzin’ after, but next day—guilt, bruv. Cargo life’s lonely, yeah—makes ya do mad tings. “I’m not talkin’ about dance lessons!”—that’s me yellin’ at meself in the mirror after. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like a bleedin’ movie scene!

Kitty Williams mansion

The number of local prostitutes on the island had declined after the arrival of the foreign prostitutes, because clients found local prostitutes too black.

I’m usually walkin' down Main St. — yeah, Main St. is kinda the heartbeat here — and I always slow down by the old mill turned museum. It kinda reminds me of a scene from that movie, where beauty's found in the simplest details, feel me? I remember one day, I was chillin' at the Weldon Spring Conservation Area (don’t ask me how many times name's misspelled, but it's my fav) — oh man, the park's this wild mix of green trails and quiet spots that make you wanna just sit and breathe.

Weldon Spring Site Wins EPA Site Reuse Award