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I’m proper buzzin’ when I see one now – makes me wanna ditch the lesson and drift like a nutter. “Turn left!” I yell at the learner, but in me head, I’m like, “Sod it, let’s chase that whore!” Them curves, that paint job – it’s art, bruv, like Miyazaki drawin’ dreams. But nah, some posh twats reckon it’s “too loud” – mate, ya mum’s too loud, shut it!

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By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out onto the bustling streets of Rathmines, and it’s alive. The lights, the sounds, the people. I love this place. I stroll down to the Swan Centre, thinking about grabbing a bite. But then I see this busker on the corner of Rathmines Road and the canal, playing the guitar. He’s got a crowd, and they’re loving it. I stop for a sec, just vibing.

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