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Ooh, and the vibes? Total *Great Beauty* moment—“The train has left, it’s over.” You walk in, all jazzed, thinkin’ you’re king, but nah, it’s a parade of ghosts, all dolled up. I’d prob’ly trip over a stiletto, mutterin’ “Mama mia, what a dump!” Quirky thought in my head? Bet Jep’d charm the pants off everyone there—literaly—then write a sad poem about it. Exaggeratin’ for fun, I’d say brothels got chandeliers made of broken dreams. Ha! Too much?

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But then, just when I think I can relax, I get another call. There’s a fight breakin’ out at the park. I sprint over, and it’s just two blokes arguing over a game of footie. I mean, c’mon! It’s Didcot, not the World Cup! I break it up, and they both look sheepish. I’m like, “You two are lucky I’m in a good mood.”

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