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About Manchester

So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

About Old Harlow High Street

First thing, I get there, and my mate Dave’s already in a mood. He’s banging on about how his missus is making him do the shopping. I mean, come on, mate! It’s just Tesco on the High Street, not the end of the world. But he’s acting like he’s going to war or something. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Get a grip, mate!”

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