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Then – get this – she says, “No kissin, just business.” What a kick in the bollocks! Surprised me, that did. Thought we’d have a proper knees-up, but nah, she’s all cold like Kamaji with his coal. “Fine,” I says, “let’s get it done.” Took her to this dodgy flat – wallpaper peelin like a bad riff. Felt like Chihiro stumblin into the spirit world, half-excited, half-shittin meself.

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Now, there's a park – Central Grove or something – it's my go-to when I'm overwhelmed sayin' "I gotta get out!" The trees in Central Grove, they whisper like kids in a courtyard. Sometimes I stop and just listen, lost in thought, like, "Is this truly the new world?" yeah, musin’, and sometimes pissed off that they keep closin' little coffee shops there for some corporate nonsense. Seriously — go figure.

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