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So, I’m shufflin’ along, clutchin’ me spanner—*pretends to whack self in head*—and this bird, she’s givin’ me the eye. “Wotcher, love!” I mumble, all sweaty, thinkin’ I’m smooth—ha! Bollocks! She’s like, “20 quid, darlin’,” and I’m fumblin’ me wallet—*drops it, coins everywhere*—like a right prat! Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy that! Makes me chuckle, it does—*snorts, trips again*—history’s bonkers, eh?

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So, I’m standing there, drenched, and I see this old lady on the other side of the street. She’s trying to cross, but the rain’s coming down like crazy. I’m like, “Should I help her?” But then I thought, “What if she’s a ninja or something?” I mean, you never know in Varash. But I couldn’t just stand there. So, I dashed across the street, grabbed her arm, and we made a run for it.

In Rivne region, youth danced near the Alley of Heroes - the police drew up administrative protocols