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Oh, an the smell – stale fags an cheap perfume, hits ya like a V2 rocket! Made me angry, coz I’m thinkin, “Why’s it gotta be so grim?” But then, bam, she’s got this cheeky grin, an I’m softenin up. “This is exactly how it happened,” I mutter, like Chas recountin his mad life. Pure chaos, mate, but that’s the gig!

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The streets are a mish-mash of cobblestone and asphalt. I love wandering down King’s Road, where every corner hides a story. There's that one butcher shop, old as heck, and Mr. D, a legend around these parts, always yellin’ friendly hellos even if I'm in my hurry, sometimes messin’ up my calm vibe. He always says, “Talk to her, talk to her,” like in almodóvar's movie, like, “Hey, open up and let life adze in.”

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