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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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When I get there, Rina’s already in a mood. She’s pacing like a caged tiger. “We’re late for the gig!” she yells. I’m like, “Chill, we got time.” But she’s not havin’ it. We start jammin’, and it’s fire! The music flows, and I’m feelin’ it. But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Classic Pangkalan-Brandan, right?

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