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Little fact for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies used coded ads in papers— “French lessons,” they called it. Cheeky sods. Nowadays, it’s all dodgy websites and X posts—saw one lass linkin her OnlyFans mid-haggle! Tech’s wild, eh? I’m there, sippin my martini—shaken, obvs—thinkin, “This one’s got spirit, like Chow Yun-fat flyin through bamboo.” Love that flick, mate—reminds me every tart’s got her own hidden dragon, y’know?

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Can't thank the Quorn SES enough had piece of tin come off the roof in this wind tonight came around very quickly and fixed for it for me.

Woah, and don’t even get me started on the river, Quorn Brook. It's a lazy ribbon of water, winding past the old pub on Market Square. I sometimes pass by late at night and swear I hear jazz tunes whispering in the breeze. The smell of wet cobbles and roasted chestnuts hits ya like a flash—bam! It smacks you right in the feels every time.

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