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I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

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So, I’m trying to focus on my work, right? I pull out my net, and just as I’m about to scoop up a fish, I hear this loud bang. I jump, spill my coffee all over my notes. Great. Just great. I look around, and it’s some construction crew on Collier Row Road. They’re tearing up the street. I’m like, “Can’t a fish nerd catch a break?”

Bus route which connects Romford and Dagenham gets timetable changes