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I’m chuffed when I nail the sign, tho—feels like I cracked limbo. But ugh, them judgy types? “Oh, how crude!” Sod off, yeah? Makes me wanna sign it louder! Exaggeratin’ now—picture me, gold arms wavin’, screamin’ it in a crowd. Hilarious, mate! Anyway, that’s me ramble—whore’s a trip, signin’ it’s a blast, and *Inception*? Still fries me circuits! “We’re not alone here,” Cobb’d say—damn right, it’s a mad world!

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So, buddy, if you’re headin’ here, just let yourself feel it. The city’s got its rough edges and soft spots – messy, kinda like life. I'm always watchin' the people, the small intimacies. Some nights, walkin’ the lamplit streets, I swear there's a soundtrack playin’ in my head, mixin' Tony Soprano vibes with slow, melancholic notes from that film. “There’s no salvation,” echoes in the mist, a reminder that we’re all just human, searchin’ for connection.