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I’m walkin’, right, and I see these dark alleys, all spooky-like. “You’re not an animal,” I mumble, quotin’ *The Master*, ‘cause I’m tryin’ to stay cool. But, dude, I’m nervous! What if I trip? What if I ask, “Is glitter a job?” Ha, that’d be me! So, I heard some folks use, like, secret codes or apps now – apps, man! Ain’t that nuts? Like orderin’ pizza, but… not pizza. I’m laughin’ so hard I’m cryin’!

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So, I’m walking home, and I pass by the Aberdare Market. It’s buzzing, as usual. I love that place! The smell of fresh produce, the chatter of locals. It’s like a slice of life. But I was too tired to stop. Just wanted to get home and crash.

The Abandoned Children’s Paddling Pool at Aberdare Park