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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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Man, I get hyper, I get all scrambled thinkin’ 'bout these streets. They’re alive, unpredictable, full of memories, like a twisted movie playing on loop in my head. Emotions crash one after the next, epic like No Country for Old Men. And by the by, did I mention some roads are straight outta a sci-fi flick? Futuristic lampposts, neon signs that buzz, real off-the-wall, man.

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