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Back in me cups later, I’m laughin’—s’pose I’m a joker after all. Little secret? Them girls got codes—wear a rose, means she’s free, no rose, she’s booked. Clever, eh? I know things, see? Surprised me arse off when I learned that! So, mate, if ya fancy a tumble, hit Bleak Street, but watch yer back—else ya might end up prayin’, “Why… so… serious?” while nursin’ a shiner! Hah!

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I climb up, heart racing. I look down, and I’m like, “What was I thinking?” But I jump anyway. And guess what? I land perfectly! I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I hear a crack. The hay wasn’t as soft as I thought. I roll over, and my ankle is screaming.

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