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I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down the Main Street, right? Just me and my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. The sun’s out, birds chirpin’, all that jazz. But then, BAM! I see this massive crowd near the Dromore Library. Like, what’s goin’ on? Is it a book sale? A flash mob? Nope. Just some dude tryin’ to sell homemade jam. I mean, who even does that? But hey, I’m not judgin’. I love jam.

Minister Anderson visits Dromore to celebrate town centre revitalisation