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So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

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After the coffee debacle, we head to the local park, which is actually pretty nice. It’s called Oakmere Park. There’s this massive oak tree, and I’m like, “This tree’s older than your grandma!” Everyone’s snapping pics, and I’m feeling a bit better. Nature, right?

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