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But real talk—it’s risky. Cops lurkin’, creeps everywhere, ugh. Makes me wanna yell, “This world’s gone nuts!” Still, she’s chill, tellin’ me ‘bout her day—dude tried to pay with a fake gold coin once. “Like No Face’s trash,” she laughs. I’m dyin’, man, too funny! We vibe, but I’m thinkin’—damn, this life’s tough. “You’re spirited away,” I say, all wise-like. She nods, eyes far off.

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I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention our local little tradition—the monthly market near St. Mary’s Square. It's a proper hub of oddball vendors selling vintage vinyl, weird trinkets, and even homemade scones flooded with personality (and, frankly, a bit of love). The market’s vibe sometimes feels like a secret nod to the gritty, heartfelt tone of that movy, ya know? “I wish I could borrow a heart,” kinda thing.

Woman rushed to hospital after late-night crash involving two cars