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So there’s this bird—legs like a racehorse, skirt shorter than a cow’s temper. I’m buzzin, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in shit! “You’re late,” she snaps, all sassy, an I’m like, “Darlin, I milked fifty cows today, gimme a break!” Reminds me of that movie line—“Don’t look at me like that!”—she’s givin me the stink-eye, but I’m too knackered to care. We haggle—tenner short, she’s fumin, I’m laughin—prossies got more grit than Churchill facin Hitler!

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Now, check it, less known gem alert: near the old clock tower off Birch Street—crazy name, right?—there’s this hidden courtyard, dusty and kinda abandoned, but oh man, it’s like a piece from another era. Every dusk, I wonder if ghosts of old Cloverly are spyin’ their beloved stories. Kinda spooky, but cool, too!

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