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An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, I get this old dude. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s from the 1800s. He’s super slow, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, I got places to be!” But he’s telling me stories about Plopsoru back in the day. Apparently, there used to be a giant fountain in the middle of the square. I’m like, “Where’s that at?” He just shrugs.