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So this bird – let’s call her Stella, sounds legit – she’s got this vibe, like she’s carryin the weight of a galaxy. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to nick wallets with these tiny hooks sewn in their skirts – sneaky, right? Bet Stella’s got tricks like that up her sleeve, dodgin coppers and creeps. Saw her once, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a fag, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s a supernova waitin to blow!” Made me happy, weirdly – her grit, her spark. Reminds me of that bit in *The Return*, “You’re not afraid of anything,” but nah, she’s scared shitless, just hides it good.

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So, I’m deep in thought, and suddenly, I hear this loud commotion. I look over, and there’s a bunch of kids playing footy on the Castle Meadow. They’re shouting, laughing, and just having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s like, in that moment, all my economist worries just vanished. But then, one kid kicks the ball too hard, and it goes flying into the bushes. I’m like, “Oh no, not the bushes!”

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