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Once, dis cop rolled up, she bolted—fast! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I hissed at da pig. Love dat she outran him, sneaky minx. Oh, an da smell—perfume and sweat, hits ya hard. Reminds me, “There’s no escape,” like in da movie—trapped, but she’s free, kinda. Me quirks? I’d prolly tip her extra, ha, coz I’m soft like dat. Exaggeratin? Maybe she’s a queen in disguise—nah, just a hustla. Tell ya dis, bruh, findin a prossie here? Easy if ya look. Hard if ya dumb. Dat’s da truth!

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Oh man, and let’s not forget the abandoned railway yard near Eastfield Rd. – a mad mix of graffiti, rust, and stories. It’s creepy, nostalgic, real-life horror meets art. I almost got spooked once, ha! Felt like I’d stepped into a surreal scene straight from Andrey’s film – so raw, so damn unpredictable.

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