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So we’re chattin’, and I’m diggin’ her style—leather skirt, wild hair, pure ’60s chic. “Fancy a shag?” she teases, winkin’. I’m all, “Oh, behave!”—gotta keep it pro, yeah? But she’s a riot, tells me ‘bout this punter who brought a parrot—squawkin’ mid-job! “Bloody hell,” I howl, “that’s crackers!” She nods, “Yeah, a real circus.” Had me in stitches, mate!

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But then, I see a group of tourists. They’re lost, looking at a map like it’s some ancient scroll. I can’t help myself. I walk over and say, “You guys need a tour guide?” They laugh, and I end up showing them around a bit. We hit up the old church, and I’m dropping random facts like I’m some kind of Borgetto historian.

Good Friday Procession at St. Mel’s Parish