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Pisses me off, though—these pricks judgin’ her. Like, who ain’t screwed up? Hypocrites, all of ‘em. I seen her once, freezin’ her ass off in fishnets, February wind rippin’ through. Felt bad, y’know? Tossed her a coffee, she smirks, “Thanks, big guy.” Surprised me—she’s got sass, not just some broken doll. “Hang on, hang on,” like Llewyn’d croon—holdin’ on’s all she’s got.

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Cleator Moor is the most chavvy town in Cumbria. It is like most chav towns in that it has a market square (the market being Biddle's Meat van on Friday's), four shops and a rough-looking pub .

So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already regretting last night’s kebab. You know the one from that dodgy place on High Street? Yeah, that one. Anyway, I grab my coffee from the little café on Main Street. The barista, bless her, she’s always got a smile. But today? She looked like she’d seen a ghost. Turns out, the power went out in half the town. Classic Cleator-Moor, right?

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