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I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

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There are still functional brothels there. Just look for any open door that has 'Models' written on it. Mainly eastern European girls there.

After that, we decide to grab a pint at The Crown. You know, the pub on Edgwarebury Lane? Best chips in town! But when we get there, it’s packed. Like, can’t even move packed. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this, a football match?” Turns out, it’s quiz night. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

Two teens and man arrested after stabbing at busy Tube station