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Lemme tell ya, it’s a mess out there. Saw this gal once, heels clickin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than a possum’s temper. Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, chasin’ that high, y’know? “I’m gonna be on television!” she’d say—well, this gal’s dreamin’ of somethin’, but it ain’t a TV screen. Made me sad, y’all. Sad as a hound dog with no bone. But mad too—why’s the world gotta chew folks up like that?

All this talk of Golborne in Wigan is making me feel ill…

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, probably looking like a madman. I live near the Golborne Park, which is usually my chill spot. But today? Nah, no time for that. I’m dodging folks on High Street, trying not to knock over old Mrs. Jenkins. She’s always out there with her shopping trolley, bless her heart.

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