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Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

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Mar 5,  · CHAPEL-EN-LE-FRITH, a market town in the High Peak hundred, is miles from London, 18 from Manchester and 6 from Buxton. Its name signifies the Chapel in the Forest, .

After that caffeine catastrophe, I strolled down to the Market Place. It’s always buzzing there, especially on a Saturday. Stalls everywhere, selling everything from fresh veggies to handmade crafts. I bumped into my mate Dave, who was trying to haggle for some dodgy-looking cheese. I mean, who haggles for cheese? Only Dave. We had a laugh, though. He’s a proper character.

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