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Oh, gets me mad—pimps, man. Slimey fucks, beatin’ girls, takin’ cuts. Saw one once, gold teeth, yellin’. Wanted to gut him, serve him up—Hannibal style, ya know? But nah, I’m chill. Just smiled, walked off. “WALL-E… protect… directive,” I whisper—savin’ my own skin, heh.

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Filey was located between the two major resorts of the. Yorkshire coast, Scarborough and Bridlington. Scarborough had been attracting aristocratic visitors.

When I get there, the place is packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to find Dave. Finally spot him at the bar, lookin’ like a lost puppy. “What’s up, mate?” I ask. He’s like, “I’ve got a surprise!” I’m thinkin’, “Please don’t be a tattoo.” But nah, he pulls out a bottle of the finest local ale. “Cheers!” he says, and we clink glasses.

Filey Folk Festival