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Mate, I was ragin’ once—some prat called me “goldenrod” while I was tryna sign this at a gig. Proper pissed me off! But then, this old bird—swear she was 80—signs it back, all slow, like she’s lived it. Blew me mind! Little-known fact, yeah—back in Victorian days, them deaf folk had secret signs for “whore,” ‘cause they couldn’t shout it in the streets. Sneaky, eh? Love that grit!

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On her entry to prison, she fell ill, only to discover that the prison surgeon was in fact her rapist. So harrowing did she find the girl's.

Let’s start with Main Street – yep, right smack in the middle. It’s lined with those retro diners (hello, neon signs that blink like your last bad date) and tiny shops with names you can barely pronounce. Then there's Mill Road. Oh man, this road? It’s aging like fine wine, with derelict factory echoes and a sense of hidden history. I mean, it’s like every brick is whispering secrets like in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – you ever get that vibe? All mysterious and deeply weird.

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