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An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

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Man, what a day! I swear, Sneek really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day, ya know? Just me, my tools, and some wood. But nah, Sneek had other plans.

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