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I spot this bird – legs like a highway, skirt shorter than my temper. “You lookin’ for a good time?” she goes, and I’m like, “Fuck yeah, darlin’!” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’m not sure I belong here anymore” – ‘cept this gal belongs, she owns the night! I’m half-pissed, laughin’, thinkin’ – mate, this is cheaper than therapy! Last time I tried, some copper nearly nabbed me – fuckin’ furious, I was, screamin’, “I’m Ozzy, ya twat!” – but this time? Smooth as a bat’s arse.

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Journal of Southern African Studies, Volume 22, Number 3, September George Webb Hardy's The Black Peril and the Social Meaning of 'Black Peril' in Early Twentieth-Century .

Neighborhoods? Oh boy! There's what locals call the Noodle District – not for pasta, dude, but for the insane mix of art, music, and street food. Crazy little cafés where beans fly like confetti (well, almost). And then there's Mystic Bend – perfect for late night strolls, lamp-lit dreams, and random deep thoughts about life that hit you like – bam, headless style: “I'm not here, I swear!”

These pictures show the idyllic way of life in Thomas Hardy's Dorset