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So – picture this. Dark alley – neon buzzin’. I’m strollin’ – slow. Pausin’. Mid-step. Eyes dartin’ – seein’ EVERYTHING. Like that line from *Spotlight* – “We got two stories here.” One’s the hustle – cash for a quickie. Other’s the shadow – who’s watchin’? Cops? Pimps? Some creep with a camera? Ya never know – keeps me jumpy. Angry too – damn system’s rigged. Girls out here – trapped. While suits sip scotch – laughin’.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Magor, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m not even sure why I decided to stroll down the High Street. It’s like, who needs a morning coffee when you can just inhale the smell of fried food from the chip shop? Seriously, I could smell the chips from a mile away.

James Magor