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I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

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I went once or twice though. It was OK. She swore by 4 red witches for a fiver on Sunday nights. I quite like The Light, The Brit is OK as well.

Scunthorpe’s streets are a mixed bag, lemme tell ya. You got High Street neat and tidy, but man, don't get me started on the rough 'n tumble bits near Eastmoor Road – those nooks got stories! I was relaxin’ on a busy Friday when all them local characters were arguin' outside the butchers shop on St. John's Street. It made me laugh out loud, real life drama, ya know?

Unite backs calls for publicly-owned British Steel in Scunthorpe