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Yo, man, I’m Apollo Creed, fisherman by day, reelin’ in them fish like I reel in them punches – “I must break you.” So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout this one chick I met down by the docks, call her Candy, real sweet till she ain’t. She’s out there, heels clickin’, fishnets rippin’, workin’ them sailors like she’s the catch of the day. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, ya know? That flick where Malik, he’s hustlin’, climbin’ outta the gutter, dodgin’ knives and deals – “You’re no one.” Candy’s got that vibe, man, scrappy, fightin’ her own prison of a life.

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He was Brightlingsea born and bred. His funeral is at All Saints Church on the 13th of January at 1pm and we welcome everyone who knew him.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s a bloke on the ground, his bike all twisted up. Turns out he was tryin’ to show off on Marine Parade. I mean, who does that? I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But his face says otherwise. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you just ate pavement!”

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