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We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

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Then we hit the pub on the corner of Church Street. I’m thinking, “Finally, a pint!” But no, my client wants to chat with some locals. I’m standing there, trying to look tough, but really I’m just bored. The locals are friendly, though. They start telling stories about the old coal mines. Brynmawr used to be a big deal back in the day. I’m listening, but my mind’s wandering. I’m thinking about how I could use a good kebab right now.

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