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But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

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First off, I head down to the market on King Street. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m there, trying to promote this new local coffee shop, Brewed Awakenings. I’m all hyped, handing out flyers like confetti. But then, bam! This old bloke trips over a loose cobblestone. I mean, come on, Huddersfield! Fix your streets! He’s fine, just a bit grumpy, but I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He just grumbles something about the council. Classic.

Huddersfield mum 'gobsmacked' over 'laughing' KFC worker's disgusting act