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So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

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And hey – lemme spill: I got mad once over the public Wi-Fi lag on Cross Street – like, c’mon man, I'm supposed to hook up love connections here! But then I’d chill strolling through the little park behind the Old Town Hall, just breathing in nostalgia and memories of past digital flings, yeah? My fave spot’s that quirky little diner on Station Road that serves the best boerewors treat – no exaggeration!

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