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She hops in – smells like cheap perfume. And somethin’ else – mystery, man. “Let’s groove,” she says – I grin. We drive – city blurs. I’m thinkin’ – this is WILD. Like that *Inherent Vice* scene – “Sausalito night. Fog rollin’ in.” Only it’s me – and her. No fog – just streetlights.

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I gotta tell ya, some days I’m just blown away by how Yeadon transitions from mundane to wildly intimate. Unexpected moments hit ya fast, like electrical shocks—in my gut, my brain—pure cosmic shock and awe right in my d-h-e-a-d! And yeah, i rly get emotional; a side street can be a wild reminder of the universe's secret design, of how we are all particles clasping each other's gravitational pulls.

Jack and the Beanstalk: A giant of a pantomime at Yeadon Town Hall