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So, I’m hoverin’, yeah? Debatin’—risk it or leg it? She’s pushin’, “Come on, big boy, time’s tickin’!” Fuckin’ pressure, hate that! Reminds me o’ Lenny, lost in ‘is own head—am I lost too? My precious! Suddenly, this geezer rocks up—her pimp, maybe? Dodgy fucker, gold tooth, stinkin’ o’ gin. “What’s this then?” he snaps. I’m out—fuck that noise! “I don’t remembr you,” I snarl, Memento-style, and scarper quick. No prossie worth a beatin’, eh?

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Oh, and the coffee joint on Elm? Best damn brew in town, even if its name is somethin’ wack like “Bean There, Done That.” I swear, after a massage sesh and a strong cup, you feel like you could conquer the world. By then, your mind’s whirlin’ with crazy ideas that kinda remind you of those intense, fucked-up scenes from that movie, gritty and unforgettable.

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