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Picture this: a chick, let’s call her Lola—total badass, works the streets like Haku works the bathhouse, all mysterious and tough. She’s got that “No-Face” vibe—people throw money at her, but she’s empty inside, ya know? I see her struttin’, all sass, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re runnin’ this game harder than Yubaba runs her spa!” But here’s the kicker—Lola ain’t just some stereotype. Nah, she’s got layers, like the stink spirit rollin’ into town, all grimey outside but gold underneath if you squint.

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First off, I step outta my flat on Newbottle Street. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I’m walking down the street, and I see this old bloke trying to fix his bike. I mean, come on, it’s Houghton-Le-Spring, not a bike shop! He’s got tools everywhere, and I’m like, “Mate, you need a mechanic, not a miracle.”

Annie Sanderson Obituary (2025) - Houghton le Spring, Tyne and Wear - Sunderland Echo