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But it’s tricky, precious, so tricky! Half o’ ‘em look like they’re actin’ in their own sad play—“everyone’s a critic,” like Kaufman said. I’m thinkin’, shit, am I the audience or the bloody fool here? Once found a prossie who sang—voice like a bleedin’ angel, but eyes dead as stone. Broke me heart, that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d claw the moon down fer her, I would! Still, most times it’s just hagglin’—ten quid, twenty, whatever scraps I got. “The play’s the thing,” I hiss, cos it’s all a game, innit?

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But then, the power goes out! Just like that. One minute, I’m in pasta heaven, and the next, it’s pitch black. The old guy starts cracking jokes, and everyone’s laughing. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m sitting there, candlelight flickering, feeling all cozy. Who knew a blackout could be so fun?

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