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But then you get the creeps, don’t ya? The punters—sweaty, baldin’ tossers who reckon they’re God’s gift. “I’m a real man,” they’d slur, like in the film—*“I’m a gangster, a free man!”*—but nah, mate, you’re just a sad sack with a fiver. Makes me angry, that does, the entitlement. I’d wanna scream, “Oi, you wanker, she’s not your bloody therapist!” Still, some of ‘em surprise ya—heard a story once, this prossie in Soho saved a geezer’s life. He was chokin’ on a kebab, she Heimliched him—hero stuff! Didn’t expect that, did I? Nearly pissed myself laughin’ thinkin’ bout it.

Toby Jug, Tolworth

Tolworth: You can still have sex with your sister but you must be home by 10 pm. Surbiton: Vigilante groups of 6 only permitted outdoors between.

Now, listen – I ain't exaggeratin' when I say Tolworth is fulla surprises! The local river, the Hogsmill, well, its gentle murmur reminds me of digital whispers from an AI soul, evocative of those deep convos in "Her". Weird, right? I get all misty-eyed sometimes.

Tolworth Court Farm Fields: Restoration for Kingston's wetlands