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I’m cruisin’, thinkin’, maybe I’ll stop. This one chick, red hair, smirks at me. Kinda hot, kinda sad—fuckin’ duality, man. “What’s your role tonight, doll?” I’m wonderin’. Reminds me of that scene, Oscar’s beggin’ on the bridge. She’s playin’ her part, I’m playin’ mine. Happy? Nah, but it’s a thrill, like scorin’ a deal. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—she ain’t no Carmela, but who is?

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit the beach. I mean, it’s Clacton-on-Sea! The sun’s out, and the beach is packed. I grab a fish and chips from the stall on the seafront. Best decision ever! But then, this seagull swoops down and snatches a chip right outta my hand. I’m like, “Oi! That’s mine!” The people around me are cracking up. I’m just standing there, chipless and defeated.

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