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So, here’s the deal—small town, right? You’d think it’s all pure, apple-pie bullshit. Nah. There’s this dive bar, stinks like stale beer and regret, called The Rusty Nail. Word is, back in ‘89, some chick named Darla ran a whole operation outta the jukebox corner. Little known fact—cops didn’t bust her ‘cause she paid ‘em in meatloaf. Meatloaf! Can you believe that garbage? Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Idiots.

COMING SOON

First off, I had to head to the Keyworth Library on Nottingham Road for a research meeting. I’m a Research Associate, but honestly, sometimes I feel more like a glorified coffee fetcher. Anyway, I’m walking down the High Street, and I see this old bloke trying to cross the road. He’s like, “Come on, mate!” waving his cane like it’s a magic wand. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re not gonna turn into a frog if you don’t hurry.” But I helped him across, cause, ya know, karma and all that.

Keyworth village centre development gets go ahead despite objections