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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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So, we decide to head out to the park. I’m still fuming about my samples, but the thought of a rare butterfly kinda lifts my spirits. We hop on our bikes—yeah, I know, super eco-friendly, right?—and ride through the streets. The air smells like fresh bread from the bakery on Via G. Marconi. I can’t help but smile.

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