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Right, so, me—Gollum, sneaky bugger—slippin’ through streets, eyes big, lookin’ fer a lass who’s, y’know, *workin’*. Hiss! Ain’t no fancy date, nah, this is raw, dirty stuff. Found one once, near some skanky alley—smelled like old fish an’ regret. She was all, “Wotcha want, creep?” Made me mad, it did! Called me creep, pfft, like she’s some queen! But—ooh—happy too, ‘cos she was real, not some posh trick.

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But then, there are sweet surprises. I love that old bookshop on Elm Street; it smells like history, mystery, and a pinch of musty magic. Me and my crew sometimes hang out there, and heck, it's like we're starin’ at our own secret cinema – remembrin' those flicks, like a scene outta "The Lives of Others": “A friend is a treasure.” Yeah, that kinda warms your soul on a cold day.

Walthamstow town centre improvement works set to begin next month