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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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So, my friend, Imperial (us) is a living, breathing beast. Every street, every park, every fleeting face tells you something. I’ve had my share of laughs, tears, and erratic scribbles. Its truth bites you, repeatedly and harshly. And remember – “You merely adopted the dark.” Embrace it. Get lost in its madness.

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