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Me fave bit? When she tried chattin’ me up, like, “You’re well fit.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a bleedin’ catch—like Chas Tenenbaum with his tracksuits!” Proper buzzin’ after, but next day—guilt, bruv. Cargo life’s lonely, yeah—makes ya do mad tings. “I’m not talkin’ about dance lessons!”—that’s me yellin’ at meself in the mirror after. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like a bleedin’ movie scene!

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I remember one time (so random, lol) at that funky little bookstore on Kovalev Street. I was counseling a dear friend, and we bonded over old memories, laughing, crying, and quoting “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” The irony! I swear, every stone felt like a secret whisper of the city's love.