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Once, this lass, fit as, says, “You’re cute.” Me, blushing, “Oh, ta!” Then she’s like, “Send pics.” I panic, send me foot! *points at shoe, shrugs* She unmatched. Fair. Dodged a bullet, maybe. *nods sagely* Oh, and typos, mate—sexting’s a minefield! “Wanna duck?” I meant—y’know. *winks, trips again* Laughed me head off!

Prostitutes, a Rabbi, and a carpenter-dinner at the five points in the 1830s

After six years' wartime service Wood worked in London as an illustrator and model maker.

Fast forward to lunchtime. I’m back in Harold-Wood, and I decide to hit up the local park. It’s actually a nice spot, you know? A little green oasis. I plop down on a bench, trying to chill. But then, out of nowhere, a bunch of kids start playing football. They’re running around, kicking the ball everywhere. One kid kicks it right at me! I barely dodge it. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mate!”

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