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This one time, right, heard a yarn—some punter left his false teeth in a lass’s room! True story, mate—found ‘em under the bed, grinning like a twit! Makes me chuckle, that. Brothels, they’re loud—creaky beds, moans, shouts—drowns out me own daft noises, thank gawd. I’m there, flailin about, knockin over a lamp—crash!—lass yells, “Oi, you berk!” Angry? Nah, she’s fit to burst laughin!

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I walk by Birch Park almost every day. It’s not huge, but it’s quaint. The trees sway. The river, Delta Flow, runs along the edge. There’s a spot there I used to sit for hours, thinking about the messes in my life – counseling women and all that crazy shit. Seriously, never thought I’d find solace on a park bench. But then, there’s the irony: in the chaos, there’s beauty.

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