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Then – get this – she softens up, tells me bout her punter who paid in *buttons*. BUTTONS! Antique ones, worth a mint, from some dead duke’s coat. Bloke was off his trolley, but she flogged em for 200 quid! Made me howl – mad as a bag of ferrets, that is. *“I don’t understand what’s happening”* – movie line again, cos I’m proper bamboozled, ain’t I? Life’s a circus!

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First off, I hit up this café on Słowackiego. Best coffee ever! I’m talking about that strong stuff that hits you like a freight train. I order my usual – a double espresso. The barista, this cool dude, gives me a nod like he knows I need it. I’m like, “Yeah, man, I’m running on fumes here.”

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