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I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

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As the day winds down, we stroll along the River Waveney again. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in pinks and oranges. I’m feeling all sentimental, ya know? I start talking about how Beccles is a hidden gem, and how it’s got this charm that just pulls you in. But then, I see a group of teenagers throwing stuff into the river. I’m like, “Oi! What are you doing?!” They just laugh and keep going. I’m fuming! Like, respect the place, guys!

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