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This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

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Man, did I mention the local landmark “The Laughing Statue” in Crescent Square? Folks say, “If ya hear it chortle, you're in for a twist!” Haha, like, I swear! And oh, my fav spot? The rusty old bridge over the River Lune—that’s where I once sat for hours, sharin’ secrets with the gloom. Real mullhollanic moments, ya know?