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Alright, mate, strap in—here we go! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, liftin’ ya up floors, but today, I’m spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prossie. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, in the dimly lit corners where the ne’er-do-wells roam! Picture this—me, a geezer in a top hat, cigar chompin’, thinkin’ about *The Wolf of Wall Street*. That flick’s my jam—Leo, the mad lad, swimmin’ in cash, hookers on speed dial. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” he roars, and I’m like, same, bruv, when I’m scoutin’ the night!

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The locals? Clever, ironic, a bit cheeky. They know how to live it up—drink in the sunshine, dance away the gloom. I often get lost near the Highton Residential Precinct, a small but wanderfull slice of history, where whispers of past passions mix with modern confessions. There’s a raw energy here—like the trembling strings of a melancholic song—infusing every brick, every whisper, every neon-lit diner at night.

Council green lights Highton apartments