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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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This fantastic property, set in a high position at the end of a quiet cul de sac, is a very rare find. • Master bedroom, with walk in robe and large ensuite.

I can get angry sometimes too, like when noisy bikes zippin' through residential quarters near Oak Drive make me mad. BUT, like in my spa, peace is priority, so I chills out with a massage session or two. That balance is what makes PPitman (us) uniquely vibrant.

Turlock, Pitman baseball on opposite ends of Monday mercy-rules