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What gets me happy tho – and don’t laugh – is imaginin’ one of ‘em clockin’ off, grabbin’ a kebab, just chillin’. Normal life, innit, after all the chaos. Surprised me how much I care, tbh – didn’t expect to get all soppy over it. In my head, I’m like, “Dave, you’re a top-notch philosopher now, mate!” Bit of a stretch, but I’m feelin’ it. Whores, they’re the real MVPs, takin’ life’s crap and still standin’. Respect, bruv, respect.

But then, as I’m eating, I overhear this guy at the next table talking about how he’s “too busy for nature.” I’m like, “Bro, you’re missing out!” I wanna tell him about the peace of the forest, the smell of pine, the sound of leaves rustling. But I just nod and keep eating.

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