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God, the smells tho—perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya like a truck! I’d sashay in, all breathy, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” and watch ‘em drool. Power trip, baby! But damn, the heartbreak—girls cryin’ in corners, dreamin’ of somethin’ else. Gets me all weepy. Moulin Rouge gets it—love’s a lie, but ya still chase it. Brothels? Same deal, just dirtier. Whatcha think, sugar—fancy a peek?

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a swineherd in Armthorpe ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about my pigs. They’re like my kids, but way stinkier. Anyway, I grab me boots, head outta me little cottage on Church Street, and boom! The day hits me like a ton of bricks.

Still too early for many in Armthorpe to know who is best for Doncaster mayor