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About Old Harbour

But then you get the creeps, don’t ya? The punters—sweaty, baldin’ tossers who reckon they’re God’s gift. “I’m a real man,” they’d slur, like in the film—*“I’m a gangster, a free man!”*—but nah, mate, you’re just a sad sack with a fiver. Makes me angry, that does, the entitlement. I’d wanna scream, “Oi, you wanker, she’s not your bloody therapist!” Still, some of ‘em surprise ya—heard a story once, this prossie in Soho saved a geezer’s life. He was chokin’ on a kebab, she Heimliched him—hero stuff! Didn’t expect that, did I? Nearly pissed myself laughin’ thinkin’ bout it.

Lost in Translation

But then, I got a call from my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about your last report.” My heart dropped. I’m thinking, “Oh no, what did I mess up?” Turns out, he just wanted to praise me for my work. Phew! I was ready to throw my phone out the window!

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