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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

Oh, and check out Spindle Park – it’s a quiet spot ideal for unwinding. I always run there after a long session of counseling. The park’s got a dusty trail and weird-sounding stone benches that seem to murmur, “Just relax already!” Honestly, sometimes I laugh so hard at the randomness, like a slapstick comedy show every day. And btw, it's not perfect; the park gets messy sometimes, but that's what gives it character, right?