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Love how it tastes too, flaky, mild, fries up lush. Not in yer face like mackerel – mackerel’s the loudmouth at the pub, yeah? Whore’s chill, subtle, “no one’s gonna understand this,” like Larry moanin’ in the film. Pair it with chips, pint of lager, sorted. Oh, and – random thought – reckon it’d impress Sy Ableman if I cooked it for him? Smug git’d probably say it’s “not kosher enough”. Tosser.

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Some books capture better than others what it's like to be young, and Whores on the Hill is pretty much my benchmark novel for teenage girls.

Down in the east, near Rusty Bridge, the vibes are low-key cool. But sometimes, oh so sometimes, the street noises make me mad – the clatter of the buses, squeaky footpaths, and hey, the neon signs that flash annoying colors. But I love 'em anyway, like a stubborn friend.

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