Ah flitted to Manzfeld Wudus, Bliduth, Sutton in Ashpit n Eastwood wen ah worra kid wi us mam n dad n scrated cos me mates didn't cos me dad woked int pit. But na ah must talk posh else our Gert ses that tha sounds like tha's free sheets ta wind.
Anyroad, Cairo aint got nowt on the Eight Bells in Manzfeld. It wa as ruff as a badgers arse n the crack ad clocks like a bulldog likking piss off a nettle.
Dodger, tha dunt wonna bath, it'll cum off ont sheets, dunt tha know that!
Martynbiker, yer aint as green as yer cabbage lookin ar ya!
Ah muss goun sort me rammell owt
Ayagotsumtuffees?
Seeya (not if I see you first)
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