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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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So, I roll into Erith, right? First thing I notice is the River Thames. It’s massive! Like, I’m used to streams, not this beast. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, this river could swallow my whole forest!” I’m on Bexley Road, and it’s packed. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re in a race or somethin’. Chill, people!

Man taken to hospital after being recovered from the River Thames in Erith