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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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Here, on 5th Crescent, you find quirky cafes and neon signs. Everycorner tells its own story. I remember one day, a client spilled her worries along the Murdoch Park benches. It got me thinking, “I am your father… of relaxation,” haha. It was a wild morning. Real wild.

Robbie Lynn Gifford, Sr Obituary - Times-News