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We shall fight the chaos, mates! Escort’s a bleedin’ art – two screws up front, one in back, chains tight, eyes sharp. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, they’d parade ‘em through streets, crowds jeerin’. Proper circus, that! Nowadays, it’s vans and tasers, but the tension? Same as ever. Gets me goat when some rookie screw chats up the con – mate, shut yer gob, he ain’t yer pal! Last week, this lanky sod tried bribin’ me with a fag – a cigarette, ya div – durin’ escort. Laughed in his face, I did. “This isn’t home anymore,” I growled, nickin’ that *Brooklyn* line. He shut up quick.

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I can’t forget the nightlife! The Alley Jam on Jazz Street is wild. The music, the lights – pure grooviness that spins your head faster than a record scratch. Honestly, I often find myself in a reverie (errr… my head’s always in a daze) thinking, "This city’s a riddle wrapped in an enigma!" But, ya know, that's the beauty of Alderwood-Manor (us). Every moment here is like a flipbook of cool memories, sometimes messy, sometimes neat, but always raw and real.

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