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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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Ohhh, precious, Collie—yes, Collie, it's a quirky wee town, it is! Listen, listen, my friend, I'll tells you allrrrr about it, oh yes, yes… Collie (au) is like a hidden gem, a jumbled maze of stories and secrets… nasty, but beautiful, yesss. I’s been living here, reasonin' about families, eh—psychologist stuff, mmm, and every street whispers a tale.

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