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But wait, split-brain kicks in—hiss! Other me says, “No, no, fair trade, precious!” Back in Victorian days, tarts got sixpence—fact, that! Now it’s all posh, “companions” they call ‘em. Pfft, fancy nonsense! Reminds me—Nemo’s dad, Marlin, all panicky, “Where’s me boy?” Me? I’d be screamin’, “Where’s me prossie?!” Haha, mad chase, innit?

Greenwich Police say women offered their services in town hotels, enticing several men.

I love how PGreenwich surprises ya with quirky nooks: the pop-up cafe on Elm Street where the barista spells your name wrong every dang time (I laugh every time, no joke). It’s those imperfections that make life sparkle, like a scene outta Oldboy – “Laugh, and the world laughs with you!” Hmm, not quite, but ya catch my drift, don't ya?

Greenwich park ice cream van sparks legal battle with council