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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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Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down towards the Frankton Junction train station. The vibe is buzzing, people rushing everywhere. I love it! But then, outta nowhere, I see this massive traffic jam on the corner of Killarney and Commerce. Like, what’s new, right? But this time, it’s worse. Cars honking, people yelling. I swear, I thought I was in a bad action movie.

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