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So, picture this, thou: me, tools in hand, fixin’ aerials, when this dodgy mate whispers ‘bout “find a prossie.” I’m like, what?! Thou jests! But nay, he’s serious, eyes glintin’ like the Joker’s mad grin. “Why so serious?” I mutter, half-laughin’, half-pissed. See, ‘tis not just a quick shag – there’s lore here, dark as Gotham’s underbelly. Didst thou know, back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese”? Aye, ‘cos the Bishop’s land let ‘em roam free – church coin from sin, ha! Hypocrisy stinks worse than a knackered amp.

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Eastlake’s got these funny little streets, like Maple & 3rd, where folks hang out to sip coffee at that quirky café, Bean There, Brewed That. And, oh man, there's Oak Street, right next to Glynn Park—a park that’s our front yard, where kids run wild and couples picnic under giant oak trees. I walked there enough times to know every tree by name. Makes ya feel warm, like seein' someone’s soul in a smile.

Ice jams build, but Eastlake’s spirit stays unfrozen