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Once heard a tale—lass named Kitty. Worked in 1800s, robbed rich blokes blind! Sneaky like me, precious, oh yes! Surprised me—thought they just shagged, nope! Some’s clever, some’s daft—bloody mix. Stupid, fat hobbit’d miss that, he would! “Everything’s a mess,” like Lucrecia says. True fer prossies, true fer me.

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A social worker caught engaging in sexual activity with a prostitute has been struck off the social care register. Salas Kochuparampil.

Finally, I hit up a meeting with the team at my office on Via Garibaldi. We’re brainstorming ideas, and it’s chaos. Everyone’s throwing out wild concepts. “What if we use a cat as our mascot?” “Nah, let’s go with a dancing pizza!” I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. I mean, who comes up with this stuff? But hey, that’s the beauty of creativity, right?

In Memoriam: Dr. Harold J. Sala