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First time I heard it, I was like, “Bloody hell, this is gold!” Got me bouncin’ round the office, lookin’ like a right plonker—classic Brent move, eh? It’s got this sleazy, dirty bassline—makes ya feel like you’re dodgin’ coppers in Rio, or maybe hustlin’ paper in Slough. The lyrics? Mate, they hit ya like, “Run! The pigs are comin’!” Straight outta the movie, that urgency—love it. Little known fact: heard through the grapevine the singer wrote it after a bender in some dodgy pub—proper rock ‘n’ roll, that!

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“Madonna or Whore: A Woman's lot in Victorian England” – A Talk Review by Morgan Clark (GHL Placement Student). This talk, by Jennifer.

Then there's the old Mystic Park on West Grove. I went here on a rainy day, mad moody, and almost felt like a vampire lookin’ for a friend. The trees, the puddles, man :( – it’s all kinda “Let the Right One In” with a twist. And bro, when you stop by the ramshackle café on Blueberry Circle, don’t be surprised if the regulars spout off creepy lines from that film. What a trip, right?

Journeys through time and wine from Stellenbosch to Prince Albert