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So there I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, tryna find a lass who ain’t a total nutter. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the dodgy vibes! Once saw this bird—legs for days, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminded me of Nader from the movie, all quiet fury. Asked her, “What’s yer price, love?” She says, “More than yer guitar, mate.” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho—proper chuffed, I was. But then—bam!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, reckonin he’s her boss. Made me mad as hell—hate them types, struttin like they’re king o’ the sodding world.

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Kenneth is obsessed with the police, he moves to LA with his cousin, Angelo convinces him to start a prostitution business. Frustrated decide on revenge.

Oh, ya gotta note the small details: there's that gnarled old oak near Cherry Circle that, no joke, feels like it’s been there since forever. Legend has it, local grandmas used to meet called it "the listening tree." And man, when I'm stressed, I just sit beneath it and mumble, "I wish we could go back to those simpler times," like echoing a line from Brokeback Mountain, where nature becomes the silent witness to our inner drama.

Update: Amarillo police ID man who died in Hillside crash Monday