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Angry? Yeh, makes me rage—blokes treatin’ ‘em like meat! Happy? When they outsmart the fools, heh! Surprised? How many’re just kids—breaks me black heart. Me quirks? I’d hiss ‘em away from me dogs—prossies and pups don’t mix! Exaggeratin’? Maybe sayin’ they’d shag a meteor if it paid, ha! So yeh, find a prossie? Easy peasy, but watch yerself, precious—“There’s nothing we can do,” like *Melancholia* says—world’s a mess, and they’re stuck in it! Hiss!

Is Crumpsall a Nice Place to Live?

Anyway, I finally make it to the library on the corner of Crescent Road. I’m a proofreader, so I’m all about that quiet life. But today? Nope. The place is packed. Kids everywhere, running around like they’re on a sugar high. I’m just trying to find a spot to work, but it’s like a scene from a horror movie. I’m dodging kids like I’m in some sort of obstacle course.

'We've just spent £105 MILLION, now we could be surrounded by crumbling bricks'