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So, I’m out in the ends, right, lookin’ for this lass. Ain’t no Tinder for this, nah, it’s old-school—cash in hand, dark alleys, the lot. I’m thinkin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ‘cos these streets be judgin’ me harder than a Fincher close-up. Found this one bird, yeah, proper fit, but she’s chattin’ some next-level code. “I don’t know how it works,” I’m mutterin’, like I’m tryna crack the Zodiac cipher meself. She’s all, “50 quid, quick job,” and I’m like, “Bruv, I ain’t no amateur!”

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A voluntary car scheme operating in Abingdon and local villages for people who would typically find using public transports of taxis difficult.

I get so damn happy here. I mean, I used to worry like crazy before Abingdon grabbed my heart. It’s a smorgasbord of odd bits and epic moments—crazy personal memories just stuck all over these sunlit streets. Sometimes I even laugh at how life can be as unpredictable as an improv show on a tight budget, ya know?

Bobby Lewis Sherrill Obituary February 25, 2025