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Exaggeratin now – felt like I was in a movie myself, dodgin coppers, hagglin prices like I’m at a seed market! “Ten quid? For that? Nah, mate!” Sarcasm drippin – “Oh yeah, prime harvest this one!” – crackin myself up. We swears, it’s a circus! Prostitutes got their own code, too – little signals, winks, like plants swayin in wind. Sneaky, clever – respect it, kinda.

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I think about the day. The craziness, the laughter, the stress. Bunhe’s wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have a pigeon poop on your friend and still call it a good day?

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