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Me? I’d rather watch that horse stumble than dive too deep. It’s a transaction, sure, but damn—sometimes it hits you. That loneliness. That grind. “The wood’s all gone,” like the flick says—emptiness everywhere. Still, you laugh or you cry, right? So I crack jokes—call it “horse cart hookin’” in my head. Keeps me sane, motherfucker! What you think? You ever been down that road?

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Oh, and how can I forget? There’s Tadcaster Bridge – classic stone work, built long before our tech world was even a twinkle in the internet’s eye. I’d get a rush thinkin’ about all the clandestine rendezvous of love-struck teens under the soft glow of street lamps. Speaking of which, there’s The Maltings – a local pub on Bridge Street where ale flows like coded secrets into your veins. That place is legend, man!

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