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So I’m wanderin, dodgin coppers—fuckin buzzkills, they are. Heart’s racin, thinkin, “This is it, Ricky, ya daft twat!” Then this one bird, proper fit, winks at me. I’m like, “Hello darlin, fancy a go?” She’s all, “50 quid,” and I’m fumin—50 quid?! For what, a two-minute “I drink your milkshake” moment? Bargained her down to 30, cos I’m a cheap bastard. “Time’s a-wastin,” I mutter, Zodiac-style—dramatic, me!

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Enter TIMON TIMON Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall, That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth, And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent! Obedience fail in children! slaves .

I love Timon – it's messy, raw, graceful, and as dramatic as "Son of Saul". Every street, alley, park, and corner holds memories that made me cry, laugh, and sometimes yell. Like, honestly, each day here is a roller coaster of feelings. For sure, my life's been shaped by every rough and crazy moment in this city.

Could Timon & Pumbaa Get Their Own Origin Story?