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Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

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Err, any spot shows you the raw feel of Rye is Second Nature, its vibe so magnetic and unpredictable. It’s not just history and houses, it's nerve and pulsing life. It messes with you—a mad, chaotic symphony that keeps you coming back for more. I find myself thinkin': "I have a competition in me!" always.

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