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Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, calm as ever, voice like a gentle breeze, talkin bout brothels—yeah, them wild dens of human nature! Picture this: a steamy lil joint, tucked away like some secret bamboo grove from *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword remains in its sheath,” they say, but nah, not here—everything’s out, raw, untamed! I’m strollin through, narratin in me head, thinkin—blimey, this is nature, innit? Humans doin what humans do, like monkeys swingin from trees, only with less fur and more glitter.

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Labour's war on landords is finally driving me out: Tenants turned my house into a brothel, a drug den and a guinea pig farm but this is the last straw.

the vibe here is quirky. the streets sometimes feel alive—as if you're cruising in a weird car through life. like, i was in my spa one day, and i was like "oh wow, life is weird, huh?" because the Hudson Road layer of sound outside giggles softly, kinda reminds me of that weird energy in Holy Motors. then i snapped out, and thought "hey! is that madness or just us being epic?" i was like, "nah, man, this is just home life."

Edmonds Historical Museum Summer Market opens Saturday