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About Spanish Town

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Mandeville. It was a wild ride, like a goat on a sugar rush. I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window on Ward Ave. I swear, it felt like the sun was tryin’ to roast me alive. But hey, I’m a butcher, not a vampire, so I got up.

1st structure seen burning in Mandeville Canyon