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This one time, right, I spot her—legs like a war rig, face like she’s seen too many sandstorms. I’m chuffed, thinkin’, *She’s my ticket to Valhalla!* But nah, she’s haggin’ me for fifty quid extra—fifty! I’m ragin’, “You’re takin’ the piss, love!” Made me so angry I nearly kicked a bin over—dramatic, yeah, but it felt *epic*. “Witness me!” I yell in my head, but I just stump up the cash coz I’m a soft twat deep down.

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Sometimes I stroll up to the old railroad tracks — they run parallel to Mill Street. It always makes me think: every track has a story. Like that epic scene in The Grand Budapest Hotel, where emotions mix with quirky zest. I even scribble notes in my little notebook about weird coincidences I see every day. Ain’t that wild?

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