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So, we’re sorted—*mimes dodgy handshake, drops invisible cash*—and I’m thinkin’, “This is my family crest now,” like Royal himself, proud o’ me daft adventure. Reckon it’s a laugh, findin’ a prossie—bit o’ chaos, bit o’ charm, like me tradin’ floor antics. You try it, mate—*points, trips over nowt*—just don’t tell me mum!

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Y'know, sometimes my work gives me crazy insights. Like, I notice subtle cues—body language, a shy smile, that delicate blush—and Sydny-Mines? It’s bursting with those vibes. Everywhere you turn, you've got someone finding love or just embracing life’s simple joys.

Obituary for Robert Herridge