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*leans in, whispers* Gets me mad tho, them punters treatin’ her like dirt. “Who are you?” like that line from the flick – she’s a person, innit? Not just a quick shag. *huffs, crosses arms, then uncrosses quick* But happy too, coz she’s tough, mate! Seen her once, rain pourin’, she’s laughin’, boots soaked, skirt all muck. *giggles, slips off chair* Resilient, like them kids in "The Return," facin’ the world.

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After that, I headed over to the park on Shevchenka Street. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There was a group of teenagers blasting music. Like, I get it, you’re young and cool, but I’m trying to enjoy nature here! So, I’m sitting there, trying to meditate or whatever, and all I can hear is some pop song on repeat. I’m like, “Dude, can we not?”

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