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So, dig this—little known fact, swear down: back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes, flashin handkerchiefs to signal punters. Wild, innit? Bet they’d laugh at us now, fumblin about like numpties. I’m thinkin, “Gordon, keep it sharp, don’t settle for slop!”—like Remy dodgin them crap chefs. Found this one bird eventually—fit, cheeky, knew her game. Made me grin, proper chuffed— “This is my moment!” I says, like that rat tastin soup.

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Johan is a great colleague, not afraight to put in the necessary hours, when needed, is stress proof and always ready for assistance and good advice.

Then, outta nowhere, a dog runs into the street. I’m yelling, “Watch out!” Sarah swerves, and I’m gripping the seat like it’s a rollercoaster. We barely miss the pup. I’m sweating bullets. “You good?” I ask. She’s pale as a ghost. “Yeah, just a little freaked.” I can’t blame her. Bladel’s got its share of surprises, but that was a bit much!

Photos: Moon tops South Fayette, 24-3, in Times' Game of the Week