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But then—ugh, this knobhead rolls up, all loud, “Oi, how much, love?”—an I’m ragin. Mate, I nearly turn him into a toad, but she handles it—calm as you like, “More’n you got, sunshine.” He shuffles off, tail between legs. I’m cheerin inside—surprised me, she did. Proper *Moolaadé* energy—“We will not be slaves!”—she’s no victim, this one. Got her own code, her own hustle. Makes me think, y’know? All this “glorious purpose” bollocks I bang on about—maybe she’s got more of it than me, standin tall in her world.

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So, I’m strolling down Station Road, right? Just minding my own biz, when I see this old bloke trying to fix his bike. I mean, c’mon, it’s like 8 AM, and he’s wrestling with this rusty thing like it’s a wild animal. I couldn’t help but chuckle. Like, mate, just get a new one! But nah, he’s determined. I respect that, I guess.

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