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*Ominous pause* I am your father. Her eyes, tho, tired, ancient. Like that scene, endless plains. “Where’s the body buried?” she’d ask. Movie line, but her twist. Meant her dreams, long gone. Made me sad, man, heavy. She’s funny too, calls johns “space cadets.” Cracked me up, dark humor. Once tricked a dude, kept his watch. “Time’s mine now,” she grinned.

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Today I explored an abandoned pub. The Bramble Inn in Rastrick. In the 90s and no doubt before this was a den of under age drinking, idiots, fools and everything in between. I last went in there.

Hey there, buddy! Lemme tell ya ‘bout Rastrick – this ain’t yer run-of-the-mill town, ya know? I been a masseur here for years, workin’ on folks’ backs so they can feel the true soul of this place. Picture narrow lanes like High Street, buzzing with character and history. I mean, my hands have felt every wrinkle of these cobblestones, feel me?

Together Housing submits plan for six new two-bedroom homes with car parking on site of garages in Rastrick