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What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

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Somerton is said to have given its name to the county of Somerset. It was certainly one of the main residences of the Saxon kings who built a castle here. The town was razed by Vikings in .

I can’t forget the odd little murals on Lark Street, splashed with wild colors and rebellious stories. They shout out, “Hey! This town ain’t for the faint of heart!” And lemme tell ya, Somerton’s spirit is loud and proud. I mean, not every day ya see art that makes ya feel like life’s a kickin' puzzle you’re meant to solve. Like that famous line, “Reality is stranger than fiction,” echoing in every brushstroke.

Somerton residents fight 'losing battle' against bad smell