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Her life’s a mess, mind. Saw her with a black eye once—some punter got rough. Made me think of that line, “You don’t know what death is!” from *The Pianist*. She don’t, til it’s too late. Grim, innit? But she’s back next night, like nothin happened. Tough as old boots, this one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I swear she’s got nine lives, like a cat with STDs.

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Street names, you ask? Bro, there's Oak Lane, Redberry Road, and that funky little alley near Dove Park. I swear, one time, I was givin’ a massage to a super stressed fella when a stray cat walked right past the window on Redberry - purrfect timing, haha, lightbulb! And watch out, man, 'cause in Whitehouse, every corner got its own soul, kinda like in Far From Heaven, ya know? "We are all adrift" – it feel like every street whispers secrets, hmm.

HONORING THE MEMORY OF HIS HOLINESS POPE FRANCIS