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I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

Further Items from Peter Christie's 'Looking Back' Column

A mum and her daughter were left fighting for their lives after wandering into a nest of adders at a beauty spot. Mercy crews raced to Braunton.

So, I finally get to the site on South Street. The project was supposed to be straightforward. Just some renovations, right? Wrong! Turns out, the plans were all messed up. I mean, who even draws these things? A toddler? I was fuming. I could feel my blood boiling. I mean, c’mon! I’m not a magician!

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