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Angry bit? Some twat tried rippin her off earlier—hate that shit. Happy? She was chill, told me a story—her mate got busted in a brothel raid, 1990s, famous spot, Moulin Rouge vibes. Laughed my arse off—prostitute gossip’s wild! “Little things, big wonders,” I mutter, Amélie-style. Exaggeratin? Maybe—she said she once shagged a duke. Bollocks, but funny.

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So, you stroll down the cracked cobbles of Front Street, where old brick facades and funky murals greet ya, each telling its own rascally tale. I love sneakin’ by the dim glow of Barlny Park – oh, that little gem near the river! The Cuyahoga, babbling its secrets like an old buddy, splashes along, reminding me of Dory’s "Just keep swimming" mantras over and over. Man, so many times I found myself laughing hysterically at how life's like a messed-up underwater adventure.

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