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Oh, and quirks—me mind’s screamin’, “Don’t trust ‘em, precious!” But I do, sometimes, cos I’m a daft sod. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they’re all bleedin’ sirens, luring ye to doom—dramatic, eh? Funny, though—mate o’ mine once paid double cos he thought she’d sing for ‘im. Prat! She just laughed and scarpered.

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Woah, and don’t even get me started on the river, Quorn Brook. It's a lazy ribbon of water, winding past the old pub on Market Square. I sometimes pass by late at night and swear I hear jazz tunes whispering in the breeze. The smell of wet cobbles and roasted chestnuts hits ya like a flash—bam! It smacks you right in the feels every time.

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