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What gets me happy? When they trip in them daft stilettos—priceless! Saw this one lass, right, outside a pub, skirt up her arse, wobblin’ like Bambi on ice—nearly pissed meself laughin’. Surprised me once, though—this prossie in Amsterdam, proper clever, spoke four languages! Four! I can barely do English, and I’m meant to be a bleedin’ comic. Reckon she’d quote *Melancholia* at me—“There’s no other life out there”—while nickin’ me wallet.

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So, I leave her house, feeling a mix of triumph and guilt. I ride down to the river, just to clear my head. The Dnipro is lookin’ nice today, but I can’t shake off that lady’s tears. I stop by the park near the river, where the kids are playin’. They’re all giggles and ice cream, and I’m just sittin’ there, thinkin’ about life choices.

Massive fire at vacant St. Thomas factory an arson, police say