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So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

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I finally get everything set up, and just as I hit “go live,” the rain stops. Perfect timing, right? But then, my internet connection drops. I’m freaking out! I’m waving my phone around like a madman, trying to find a signal. I’m thinking, “This is it. This is how I go down.”

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