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Here’s the rub—she weren’t no angel, nah. Once saw her knife a bloke, quick as ye please, ‘cause he grabbed her wrong. Blood on the cobbles, and she just spat, “He earned it.” Reminded me o’ Haneke’s line, “the cruelty beneath the calm.” She was that, all right—sweet one sec, savage the next. Made me twitchy, but damn, I admired her grit. Savvy?

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady named Agnes stands up. She’s like, “Back in my day, we didn’t have fancy banners!” And I’m just sitting there, thinking, “Agnes, it’s 2023, not 1923!” But she’s got this fire in her eyes, and suddenly everyone’s quiet. It’s like she’s the queen of Cockenzie or something.

More than half of bund material moved from former Cockenzie Power Station coal store