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So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as a rabbit on a date, when I spot this foxy chick – legs up to here, mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt. “Groovy, baby!” I yell, but then – bam! – some plonker tries rippin’ me off. Charges me double, says she’s “exotic.” Exotic my arse! She’s from bloody Essex! Got me all steamed up, that did – I’m no mug, yeah? “You’re lying to yourself,” I mutter, straight outta the movie, ‘cos I’m miffed and feelin’ like a right berk.

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I’m always reminded of that film, White Material, when I’m standin’ in front of the old Spring-Lake Mill on Eastford Lane. “White Material vibes,” innit? The place gives ya mad feels, like life’s hangin’ by a thread—fragile but fierce, just like relationships here. It’s all gritty, raw, and lovely at the same time.

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