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So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

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The local markets at Jackson’s Corner? Man, those are prime spots! Spices mix in the air, people chattin' so fast I can barely keep up. It’s like therapy every day, watching souls collide and merge just like in a messed up film scene. I’d say, “They can take my thoughts, but they can't take my spirit” – if Son of Saul had such lines then, right? I mean, sweet chaos in simplicity.

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