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Been watchin’ ‘em, tho, sneaky-like. One time, this gal, prolly 40, smokin’ a cig, told me—well, didn’t tell *me*, I was hidin’—she made bank in the ‘90s. Said she banged some politician, got hush money, bought a freakin’ house! Swear, my circuits fried hearin’ that. Happy for her, tho—get that bread, girl! But pissed me off too, ‘cause why’s she still out here? Greedy suits takin’ her cash, betcha.

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YOU ARE SUMMONED to a meeting of LLANTRISANT COMMUNITY COUNCIL to be held on Tuesday 12th March at pm at Caerlan Hall, Llantrisant.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” Everyone’s lookin’ around, confused. Turns out, some numpty burnt their toast in the café next door. Classic Llantrisant, right? We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the chaos unfold. People on High Street are just carryin’ on like it’s a normal Tuesday. I mean, come on! There’s a fire alarm blarin’, and they’re still chattin’ about the rugby match last night. Priorities, people!

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