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But ugh, the creeps—slimy guys hagglin’ prices, actin’ like they own the girls. Pisses me off! “You don’t tell me how to live!”—that’s me yellin’ at ‘em in my head, quotin’ Malick again. One time, saw this john get slapped—hilarious! Deserved it, too, pawin’ at her like a dog. Don’t pee on my leg, buddy, she ain’t your toy! Made my day, tho—justice served, Kvasnik style.

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Anyway, I finally make it to the market on the High Street. It’s buzzing, as usual. You got the fruit stalls, the fishmonger, and that one guy selling dodgy-looking kebabs. I mean, who buys kebabs at 9 AM? But hey, to each their own, right? I grab a bacon butty from the café. Best decision ever. I’m munching away, and this old bloke starts chatting me up about the weather. Classic Dinnington, I tell ya.

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