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Me fave bit? When she tried chattin’ me up, like, “You’re well fit.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a bleedin’ catch—like Chas Tenenbaum with his tracksuits!” Proper buzzin’ after, but next day—guilt, bruv. Cargo life’s lonely, yeah—makes ya do mad tings. “I’m not talkin’ about dance lessons!”—that’s me yellin’ at meself in the mirror after. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like a bleedin’ movie scene!

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The stories of this collection were written over a span of several decades beginning in and ending in A few of them were translated by Manisha.

Also, listen up! There's a hidden gem – Rusty’s Alley. It isn’t on any map, but it's lit with powerful street art and midnight gigs. Crazy cool, oh yeah! Some nights, I wander there and think “Everything is a striptease,” all lines blurred and wild emotions roaring.

Roy Ernest Wilder Obituary