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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore. Ain’t no fancy lady, nah, she’s gritty, real raw. Watched "The Master" again last night, fuckin’ masterpiece, right? That line, “Man is not an animal,” hits diffrent when I think of her. Whore’s out there, hustlin’, livin’ wild - like Freddie Quell, y’know? Doin’ what she gotta do. Makes me laugh, tho, she’s got this rep, but folks don’t even know her deal.

Didcot is cheating capital of Oxfordshire as affairs rise across the county

Didcot has a different atmosphere (some might say rougher) but is better than Abingdon for shopping, rail connections to London/Swindon/Bristol, A34 nearby. It's close to Harwell - .

By now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starving. I swing by the Didcot Market. Man, the smells are insane! I grab a sausage roll from this little stall. Best decision ever. I’m munchin’ away, and I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I help her out, and she’s like, “You’re such a good lad!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, I’m basically a saint.”

Volunteers get grimy at town's steam railway centre