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I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

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There’s this quirky spot near Harpersville Road. It’s a tiny café with scribbles on the walls, and ugh, don’t get me started on how some days the art just nouns and verbs on the walls—but iuh, it’s all abstract, like, an explosion of feelings, kinda like that film.

Annual Quality & Safety Summit held in Huntington