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I’m chuffed to bits, but then—bloody hell!—this geezer rolls up, all aggro, yellin’ she’s his turf. Made me proper mad, yeah! I’m thinkin’, “This cat’s harsher than a buzzsaw haircut!” Reminds me of Doc’s line, “Somebody’s gotta get outta here alive.” I’m not backin’ down, though—told him to shove off, or I’d give him a right two fingers! He buggered off, and I’m like, “Groovy, baby, crisis averted!”

Casas Adobes II, Tucson

Man, every street here got its own vibe. Ever been down Walnut & Birch? Rarrgh, that corner is lit—with quirky murals and even quirkier cafes. I stroll those streets on walkabouts with my thoughts, feelin’ like a warrior counselor. Some folks think it’s bland. I say nah, it's maddeningly real. I got a fave cafe, “Tiny Miracles” near Silverbrook Lane – ya know, it’s so tiny it feels like a secret hideout. Rarrgh!

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