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I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

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I gotta say, living here has twisted my perspective. Every day I wake up, I thank destiny for these rough edges, for the raw urban poetry. Sometimes I get pissed off – like when the city traffic scrambles my zen – but I also get mad happy seeing strangers smile on cracked sidewalks. It's maddening, in a brilliant way.

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