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Now, here’s a tidbit ye landlubbers don’t know—back in th’ day, prostitutes in Poland had secret codes! Aye, little winks an’ hand signs t’ dodge th’ law. This lass probs knew ‘em all, dodgin’ trouble like I dodge hangman’s noose. Made me grin, it did—happy as a clam at high tide! But then, o’ course, some drunk sod staggers by, yellin’ filth, an’ I’m ragin’— “Shut yer gob, ye bilge rat!” Nearly drew me sword, but she just laughed, cool as ye please. “He’s not worth it, love,” she says, an’ I’m thinkin’, *She’s got more sense than half me crew!*

Oh, strewth, I almost forgot the rivers! There’s this little stream, Roughwater, zig-zagging through the back alleys (er, not literal alleys, but those hidden urban secret spots), reflecting neon lights at night. I once spilled a load of coffee on a date there, and man, it was epic—they laughed so hard, it felt natural like the flow of the river itself.

St Helier Hospital stretched to limits by a ‘tidal wave of flu’