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This one girl, right, she’s chattin’ me up, eyes all sparkly. “Joy’s takin’ the wheel now!” I’m thinkin’, like in the flick. She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her day—some punter tipped her with a fake fiver! Fumin’, she was, and me too—cheeky sod deserved a smack. But she laughed it off, tough as nails. Respect, ya know?

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The curious and talented members of the Deming Writing Group set out to explore these legends and try to sort out the truth. Thirteen writers accepted the.

I gotta be real here – life is messy. My spa, a haven of calm in a frenzy of daily madness, has seen it all. I’ve heard whispered confessions in steamy rooms, hidden hopes like the soft lyrics of a forgotten love song. Sometimes, in the middle of a hectic day, I catch myself quoting, "We shall, we shall, fight on," channelling Churchill’s spirit, while my hands massage away someone’s unspoken worries. It humbles and maddens me, this intimate dance of souls.

Deming gets ready to race ducks