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Once knew a chick, “Starla,” she called herself—prozzy with sass. Worked outta motels, voice like honey on my line. “Yoda, baby, you my fave operator!” she’d laugh. Made me chuckle, she did—hustler with heart! Said she’d spot creeps by their shoes—shiny loafers? Trouble, it spells. “Memory’s a mirror,” she’d say, quotin’ my flick without knowin’. Surprised me, that did—street wisdom, deep it runs.

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We soon found out that the Company Sergeant Major's name was Searle (no relation) and we nicknamed him 'Panda' as he wore a black and white printed panda's head.

First stop, the auction house on Church Road. It’s a cozy spot, but today? Packed to the brim. I’m talkin’ standing room only. Everyone’s hyped up, ready to bid on some old furniture and random knick-knacks. I mean, who knew a dusty old lamp could spark so much excitement?

Brave knife victim Abigail Witchalls defies odds again by giving birth, five years after attack nearly killed her