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*“Lord, forgive us,”* like Ida’d whisper, but this bird, she don’t pray – she survives. Caught her nickin’ a sandwich from a bin – “Gotta eat, Oz!” she grinned, all cheeky. Surprised me, that grit, proper gobsmacked. Reminds me of Ida’s silence, that quiet strength, but with a filthy laugh and a “sod off” for coppers. *Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!”* She’s a riot, swear down, once kicked a geezer’s shin for hagglin’ – “I ain’t a bleedin’ car boot sale!”

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And the river, oh gosh, the River Drift. Flowin' slow and steady, twistin' between the urban jungle and nature's embrace, it's where I sometimes sit and let my thoughts run wild. I once saw a mother and her son sharing a laugh by the river's bend, and it reminded me all the silly, raw love life has to offer. Like that famous line from Oldboy, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you." Ain't that somethin'?

Red sunset: India's bloody push to crush Maoist revolt