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So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

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Then, I decided to hit up the park by the river. It’s so chill there, right? I plopped down on a bench, soaking in the sun. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and BAM! Right into my face! I mean, really? I was just trying to enjoy my moment. I laughed it off, though. Gotta keep it light, right?

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