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I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

Early life

After my coffee disaster, I head back to the lab. I’m still a bit frazzled, but I’m ready to tackle the day. I get a call from a patient, Mrs. Jenkins, who’s been waiting for her dentures. She’s a sweet old dear, but she’s also a bit of a drama queen. She’s like, “If I don’t get my teeth today, I’ll never eat again!” I’m thinking, “Chill, lady. You’ll be fine.”

Tributes pour in for ‘behemoth of local politics’ George Blackwell as Earls Barton and Northamptonshire councillor passes away aged 90