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Thing that gets me riled up? The dodgy blokes exploitin’ these birds. Makes my blood boil, mate! I’m all for a good time, but when it’s forced? Nah, that’s rubbish! Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—that line, “I won’t let them cut!”—swap “cut” for “pimp out,” and I’m there, swingin’ my mojo to save the day! Happy bit? Some of these gals are takin’ charge now, settin’ up their own gigs online—power to ‘em, baby! Surprised me how smart they play it—usin’ code words, dodgin’ the fuzz. Clever as a fox in a mini skirt!

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I have a Consul Capri, running a 2l Pinto and a Type 9 5 speed box. I'm not sure what rear axle I've got and have posted a couple of.

But then, outta nowhere, the sky opens up. I mean, it’s like someone dumped a bucket of water on us. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked to the bone, laughin’ my head off. I’m thinkin’, “Only in Fetcham, right?”

Cock Lane potholes highlighted with ironic obscene graffiti