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What pisses me off? The danger they in—cops, creeps, all of it. But what makes me happy? Some of ‘em got sass for days—heard one tell a dude, “You ain’t worth my heel!”—I hollered! My quirky thought? Prostitutes prolly got better stories than half us squares. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine Monty hirin’ one just to spill his guts before jail, cryin’, “This is my life!”—Spike Lee’d eat that up!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Nights? Oi, nights are lively. Under dim streetlights, the shadows play tricks – “What's the point, stupid, fat hobbit?” I mutter to myself, half laughing, half cryin’. Neighbourhoods like Millfields have that vibe: a mishmash of charm and rough edges, beckoning one to unwind – perfect for a good deep tissue session after a long day’s grind.

New town cemetery in Rushden to be created as town council buys land off Bedford Road