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But lemme tell ya, first time I floored her—damn, heart jumped like a rabbit on a trampoline. “This is my chance,” I thought, channelin’ Malik—y’know, that scene where he’s all “I’m takin’ control”? Felt alive, folks! ‘Cept she’s a sneaky one—shifts so rough, nearly cracked my spine. Here’s the deal—she’s a tease, all power, no mercy, like she’s laughin’ at ya, “You ain’t man enough!” Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—call her “queen of the road,” more like queen of my nightmares.

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back to the station, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised, you name it. King’s Cross is a whirlwind. It’s loud, chaotic, but there’s something magical about it. I mean, I’m a forester, but today? Today, I felt alive in a whole new way.

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