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Still, gotta admit, some spots got style. Like them old-school ones in New Orleans, jazz blarin’, ladies in feathers. History says they had secret tunnels—politicians sneakin’ out, avoidin’ wives. Slippery bastards! Reminds me of *Far From Heaven* again—“What’s wrong with me?” Frank’s line, right? Bet them cheaters asked that too, starin’ in cracked mirrors.

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The unfortunate keeper, Mrs. Blackley, of No. 78, Nelson-street, whose tragic death last week was recorded in these columns, was buried on.

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park on Green Lane. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Kids playin’, dogs runnin’ around, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to chill. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m thinkin’, “Get a room, guys!” But it’s kinda funny, too. They’re goin’ at it over a takeaway order. I mean, who fights over chips?

Body found after emergency services called to Blackley