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She’s got this wild story, swear to Christ. Used to be a dancer, legit, tappin’ feet in some shitty Jersey dive. Then bam—knee blows out, dreams fucked, now she’s dodgin’ cops and creeps. Heard she once stiffed a john with a fake twenty, guy comes back swingin’ a tire iron! Ballsy move, Angie, fuckin’ respect. Made me laugh, thinkin’—“That’s folk music, man, pure survival.” Like Llewyn singin’ for scraps, she’s out here grindin’.

Police are searching for the offender

So, I’m walking down the High Street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. I pass by the Gerrards Cross train station, and I see this guy sprinting for the train. He’s got a briefcase, a suit, and he’s running like he’s in the Olympics. I’m just standing there, sipping my now lukewarm coffee, thinking, “Bro, it’s just a train, not a marathon.”

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