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Found this one spot, yeah, down a dodgy alley—swear it’s like a secret level in a game. Little known fact, mate: back in the day, prossies used to signal with red hankies, proper old-school code! Ain’t that mental? Makes me laugh, cos now it’s all WhatsApp and “u up?” vibes. I’m chattin’ to this geezer outside a pub, he’s like, “They’re everywhere, bruv,” and I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?”—nah, just messin’, but it’s bare jokes how some punters get proper para round me.

Activists’ warnings

A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

I get super hyped at the local dive bar on Eastside Lane—no joke, it's the beating heart of Red-Oak nightlife. The bartenders have more stories than books in a library—ha! Even if I'm just unwinding after a long day of, well, kneadin' out those tension knots. If ya wander over to the harbor near Bridge 9, you'll see locals chill by the river, casually gossipin’, laughing, livin’. Crazy, right?

Red Oak man booked for eluding