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I roll up, all swagger, like, “What’s good, baby?” She hits me with them eyes—damn, made me mad she ain’t fazed by the Creed! “50 bucks,” she says, flat, like I’m just another john. Pissed me off, man, I’m the champ, not some chump! But I play it cool, y’know? Gotta respect the hustle. Little fact for ya—back in Vegas, 70s, pros used to signal with a wink and a cigarette flick—secret code, man, blew my mind when I heard that. Surprised me she didn’t do it, tho—modern times, I guess.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the Flint Castle. It’s this old, crumbling thing, but it’s got character, ya know? I sat on a bench, just taking it all in. The view of the Dee Estuary is stunning. I thought, “This is why I love Flint.” But then, I see a bunch of kids running around, and one of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt.” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

Goodfish Group acquires Schneider Electric’s Flint extrusion and assembly business