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Me fave story? Heard this once—bloke in London, 1800s, finds a prossie, but she’s a bleedin’ ghost! Hiss! Swear it’s true—folks said she’d lure ye, then vanish with yer coin. Spooky, eh? Made me jumpy-happy, thinkin’ of it—like Eve sayin’, “I’m surviving, darling.” Prossies got that vibe, survivin’ the muck.

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So, I head over to the local hardware store on Faifley Rd. It’s a small place, but they’ve got everything. I’m grabbin’ nails, wood, and a few snacks ‘cause, let’s be real, I’m starvin’. The guy behind the counter, he’s a right laugh. We’re chattin’ about the weather, and he’s like, “Typical Faifley, eh? Rain one minute, sun the next!” I’m noddin’ like, “Aye, and don’t forget the wind!”

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