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Anyways, I’s thinkin’, why’s it so bloody hard? Them girls, they’s everywhere, but not when ya need ‘em! Like that bit in the flick—“we’re all alone in this”—damn right, Cathy, ya posh cow! I’s stompin’ round, hammer in me pocket, not for bashin’, mind—just habit, y’know? This one lass, she pops out, all “Hiya, love!”—nearly shat meself, surprised me good! Skinny as a rail, eyes like a dead fish, but she’s got sass. We likes sass, don’t we, precious?

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I gotta throw in a bit more: the city always catches me off guard. Sometimes I get all jittery about how lively and raw it is, the streets, the people – all uniquely vibrant! For real, my mind sometimes spins like in those slow-motion sequences from Ten, "the wind sings with stories." It's so poetic and unexpected.

Thomas C. Somers