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My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? Raspy growl, me likes it dark—like *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Them vampires, Adam an’ Eve, so classy, sippin’ blood, not payin’ for flesh. Me? I’d be skulkin’ round alleys, eyes glintin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Ain’t no fancy music playin’—just boots on wet stone, “What’s this, then?” I’d mutter.

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After that, I decide to take a stroll down to Helsby Hill. It’s a bit of a trek, but the view is worth it. I’m puffing and panting, but when I get to the top, wow. You can see the whole town. The fields, the houses, even the train tracks. It’s like a postcard. I snap a pic for the ‘gram. Gotta show off, right?

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