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So, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You got the cash, champ?” I’m thinkin’, “I must break you”—not her, the game, the whole damn system. I ask, “How much, girl?” She says, “50 for quick, 100 full.” Cheap, right? Inflation ain’t hit the streets like groceries—funny as hell, that. Surprised me, thought it’d be more, like oil baron money.

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Finally, I decide to take a breather. I head over to the park by the Ongar Castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? A bit of history, a bit of greenery. I sit on a bench, tryin’ to calm down. And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, kickin’ a football. He nails a pigeon! I’m like, “No way!” The pigeon just flaps off, lookin’ all confused. I can’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They’re wild.

Pictures show the scene of Chipping Ongar High Street crash