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Once saw this bird—red lips, torn fishnets—standin’ under a flickerin’ lamp. Thought, “She’s a survivor, like Eve.” Cool, detached, y’know? Quoted Jarmusch in me head: “Entropy’s takin’ over.” She winked—WINKED!—an’ I near choked on me own spit. “My precious!” I croaked, but she weren’t for me. Too pricey, too quick—50 quid for a fumble? Bollocks!

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Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a quid for every wild thing that happened in Canary Wharf today, I’d be rich. Like, proper rich. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s a dreary morning, typical London vibes. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Cabot Square. You know the one? The barista there knows my order by heart. I’m basically a regular.

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