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So, findin’ one? Tricky, tricky! Back in the day, ye’d stumble round docks, all sneaky-like, eyes dartin’. Now? Pfft, internet’s yer mate—dodgy sites, mate, full o’ pics and promises. Makes me mad, it does! All fake glam, no soul—where’s the grit, eh? Used to be ye’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned, hips cocked, ciggie danglin’. Little secret, precious—some’d whistle two notes, sharp, to signal ye. Old trick, dunno if they still do.

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Then, I hear this loud noise. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street. They’re screamin’ and laughin’, and I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of when I was a kid, just cruisin’ around Hoensbroek, not a care in the world. But then, one of ‘em crashes into a parked car. Oof! The sound of metal on metal. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He’s fine, just a bit shaken.

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