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I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

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First off, I step outta my flat, and it’s pouring. Like, proper British rain. I’m talkin’ buckets. I’m soaked before I even hit the pavement. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I mean, who doesn’t love a good drenching before breakfast? So, I dash to the café, right? I’m thinking, “A hot cuppa will fix this.”

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