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Growls—Rarrgh!—it’s a hustle, man. Surprised me how normal it feels. They’re chattin, laughin, like it’s retail. “Gotta eat,” one told me once. Fair, but damn—risky gig. Thought in my head: “Chewie, you’d suck at this.” Too loud, too furry—ha! Exaggeratin now—imagine me tryin? Rarrgh! “Hey, lady, need a Wookiee?” She’d run screamin!

Cosham, Nr. Portsmouth

Situated far too close for comfort to the crumbling council estates of Paulsgrove (of PEDOPHILS OUT (sic) fame) and Wymering (spelt Wyoming by it's mostly illiterate inhabitants), Cosham is Missing: prostitute.

While I’m waiting, I see this old bloke on the bench. He’s feeding pigeons like they’re his best mates. I can’t help but chuckle. Like, who even does that? But then, one pigeon swoops in and snatches his sandwich! I’m dying! The guy’s yelling, “Oi! Get back here!” I mean, it’s just a sandwich, dude. But hey, I get it. I’d be mad too.

Brand-new Cosham Fire Station showcased to national colleagues