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Gets me ragin’, though – the cheek of it! Blokes actin’ like they’re kings, struttin’ about, “Oi, love, how much?” Like they’re in a fuckin’ Tesco’s pickin’ up a loaf. Makes me wanna slap ‘em – “Grow up, you tosser!” But then, I’m happy too, ‘cos it’s so ridiculous I can’t help but cackle. Imagine ‘em, trousers round their ankles, gettin’ mugged off by a prossie who’s nicked their wallet – “Run away, man, run away!” like in the film. Priceless!

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First off, verily, stroll down the winding lanes of Maple & Grafton Streets, where the hustle of youthful souls meets the echo of ye olde ballads. The streets are alive! The park near Riverside Quay – oh, ‘tis a hidden gem – where thou mayst wander and sometimes catch a stray sunrise that doth remind me of that line from "A Prophet": “Il faut se battre pour se faire une place.” Truly, thou must fight for thy own space in life and love, as in our humble little hamlet!

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