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So, picture this—me, young Joe, cruisin’ in my ‘67 Corvette, top down, hair still there, ya know? I’d never—never—go lookin’ for that kinda trouble. But my buddy Mike? Hoo boy, he’d drag me along, sayin’, “C’mon, man, live a little!” We’d roll up to some dive bar—neon flickerin’ like it’s half-dead. This one time, ‘round ‘82, Mike spots this gal—fishnets, red lipstick, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. He’s all, “Joe, she’s the one!” I’m thinkin’, “Fear’s takin’ over my head now”—like in the movie, ya get me?

I must mention, walking past the old clocktower on East End always gives me goosebumps. That place has witnessed epic romances and unruly dramatics—pure history mixed with scandal. And speaking of history, err, there’s this random alley graffiti that says, “We won’t be silenced” (yup, straight-up Moolaadé vibe), reminding ya to speak up and live loud.

First phase of St Helier Harbour regeneration gets the go ahead