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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh, we hates it! Gets me mad, stomping me feet, cos it’s like—why? Why do it? Coin’s nice, sure, but the filth? Nah, mate. Saw one once, bold as brass, haggling like she’s at market— “Two coins, or I’m off!”—and I’m thinking, blimey, she’s got guts. Kinda liked that, gutsy lass, but still—nasty business.

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Then, the band starts playing this song that hits me right in the feels. I’m talking about the kind of song that makes you wanna cry and dance at the same time. I’m lost in the moment, and for a second, all my worries fade away. It’s just me, the music, and the crowd.

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