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Once saw this bird—red lips, torn fishnets—standin’ under a flickerin’ lamp. Thought, “She’s a survivor, like Eve.” Cool, detached, y’know? Quoted Jarmusch in me head: “Entropy’s takin’ over.” She winked—WINKED!—an’ I near choked on me own spit. “My precious!” I croaked, but she weren’t for me. Too pricey, too quick—50 quid for a fumble? Bollocks!

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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