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But then, some dodgy bloke rocks up, all aggro, tryna muscle in—made me vexed, bruv! I’m like, “Mate, chill, I ain’t here for beef!” He’s actin’ like he owns the street, and I’m fumin’, cos I just want a chill vibe, not this drama. “Is it ’cos I is black?” I shout, half-jokin’, half-pissed, and he legs it—coward! Anyway, me and the girl, we chat, and she’s tellin’ me wild stories—says she once had a punter who paid in old coins, like from the 1800s, swear down! I’m gobsmacked, thinkin’, “What past life was that geezer from?”

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I must spill – I tilt towards some hidden spots. Down near Ridgeview Alley, there's a secret little bistro that serves the best pav 'n chips – um, I mean, pie, lol. It’s a riot, with locals jabberin’ wildly about cult movies and local legends. Oh, and there's a slight oddity here – did ya know Mt-Pritchard got its name from an old fighter pilot? Crazy, eh?

Diners will travel for an hour to try the pho here