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Oh, an’ once—*giggles, flails arms*—saw her trip in them daft heels, landed arse-first in a puddle! Nearly pissed meself laughin’. She just cackled, no shame. Proper nutter. Whore’s me fave mystery, mate—keeps ya guessin’, like “Where’s the bear Jew at?” *grins, stumbles off chair*—Ta-ra!

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Just looked it up before seeing this post as it happens, turns out he was an amateur boxer. They called him one punch ronnie in his hayday.

There’s that park, Lykke Park – gotta love it! Folks chill under trees and giggle like kids. I sat there once, feeling pumped and relaxed at once. Sometimes, it's like I hear the hum of the earth, like “you know the secrets, right?” It’s a mystery, just like Zodiac’s puzzles in that cool movie by Fincher.

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