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So, clutch in, first gear – off we pop! Y’see, findin’ a prozzie ain’t just point A to B. Nah, it’s a bleedin’ labyrinth, *cave felis*, beware the cat, lads! Back in ’96, heard this tale – bloke in Soho, thought he’d scored, turns out she nicked his wallet mid-chat. True story! Crafty devils, some of ’em. Made me proper angry, that – trust squashed like a bug on the windscreen.

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I also like that sketchy little coffee shop on Elm. It’s hidden, a secret gem. I once spilled half my coffee there. I was in such a rush—typos on my thoughts, spilled words like spilled coffee, honk honk. That’s life here. Typo, typo, but it’s the truth.

Can you teach an old borough new tricks? Hanover to get its first dog park, thanks to YMCA