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Then—surprise, mate—she’s got a tat, “Remember Sammy J,” right on ‘er thigh! Memento vibes, yeah? I’m thinkin’, “Who’s Sammy? Dead pimp? Lost john?” Adds mystery, don’t it? I ask, she smirks, “Mind yer business, creep.” Cheeky cow! Made me happy, though—love a bit o’ sass. “The truth’s a tricky thing,” I growl, quotin’ Nolan’s flick, cos I’m wonderin’—she legit or a scam? Prossies round ‘ere, some nick yer wallet while yer trousers down—heard that from a mate, swear down!

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Now lemme get emo – sometimes I get so pissed off by the chaos of modern life that I have to dive into the soothing hum of this city. It’s maddening and magical all at once. Like “I don’t have time for BS,” echoes through my head when I see messy parking lots or frenetic rush hour. Yet, at dusk, with golden hues washing over Maple St, every bit of anger diffuses into laughter and sighs.

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