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Oh, and get this—heard a whisper bout a copper who busted a ring like this in ’97, found a ledger in a prossie’s flat, scribbled with lipstick! Mental, innit? Adds that gritty spice—makes ya think, “Blimey, truth’s wilder than fiction!” So, my take? Steer clear, pal. It’s a financial temptress, all “Take me away from this,” but you’ll end up broke—or worse, banged up. We shall fight the urge, mate—stick to legit stocks!

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Judging by the room and the prostitute leaving the lobby. This was one of those motels! An argument between my husband and the man happened and he would.

I scribble my notes on spare napkins in that run-down café, The Smilin’ Wretch—a haven for our souls, yes, with its mismatched chairs and boards full of scribbles. Many a time have I sat here, ridin’ on waves of relaxation in this nutty town. Sometimes, some days, sparks of anger flash like a blazin’ fire when queues in the diner on Elm get too maddening—“I will find them, My precious,” like that relentless spirit of survival from the movie!

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