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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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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.

Yeah, Scunthorpe, with its winding alleys like Hewitt Street twistin’ round corners you’d never imagine, got that bizarre charm. Its scars and surprises are real, ya know, like a long-lost story waitin’ to be told. And sometimes I wonder, “who writes these epic tales?” – kinda like the movie said, "we make our lies to survive."

Match Report: Scunthorpe United 3-1 Chester