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We head to this dingy flat—smells like fags and regret. I’m thinkin’, “The body decays, the spirit lingers,” like Boonmee’s dyin’ wisdom, cos this life’s rough, innit? She’s crackin’ jokes, though—says I look like a toff who’s lost his castle. Cheeky mare! I’m lovin’ it, cos she’s got banter, and I’m a sucker for that. “You’re a rare one,” I tell her, and she winks—pure class.

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Now, lemme drop some lesser-known chat. Have you seen the old side alley off McDowell? It’s not for the faint of heart – graffiti, mysterious doorways, and whispers of clandestine meets at midnight. People think it’s eerie, but hell, it’s another canvas for folks to express their truth. In my job, I see real human rawness every damn day, and trust me, Edens has enough of that to fill a book.

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