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But nah, she’s flesh, smirkin, “200 baht, big man.” Bargain, right? Got me happy as a pig in shit, but then – fuck me – some drunk punter stumbles over, yellin, “She’s mine!” Pissed me right off, mate, I’m no sharer. Nearly went full Lecter on him – “I’d carve you up, mate, fava beans on the side.” Didn’t tho, just glared, he fucked off quick. Heart poundin, adrenaline buzzin – love that shit.

Hey, hey, so you wanna visit St.-Ann's, eh? Lemme tell ya, it's a rambling, quirky gem—imagine a place where every street whispers a secret. I mean, have you strolled down Maplehead Lane? It's a tiny, twisty street—real hidden vibe. Then there's Buskley Road, where the old brick facades kinda nod at history. Holy moly, its charm just hits different here… "He's in a car. Nothin' else matters" – kinda like in Holy Motors, ya know?

Four drugs and firearms arrests after police raids on two St Ann’s properties