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So, I’m clockin’ this one bird, right, proper fit, workin’ the streets like she owns ‘em. Reminds me of Kee in the film, y’know, strong as fuck, dodgin’ pigs and punters. She’s got that “I ain’t takin’ no shit” energy. Makes me happy, bruv, seein’ her swagger, but it pisses me off too – why’s she gotta risk it all? Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos the world’s fucked, innit, and she’s just tryna eat.

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But in Clitheroe, even though it’s so, well, microscopically small, size doesn’t matter. I wish the legendary Japanese monster (or monstaaaaa in townie-speak) himself would come and .

Clitheroe’s streets are usually chill, but not today. I’m zooming down Castle Street, dodging potholes like I’m in some video game. The castle’s up there, looking all majestic and stuff. I mean, it’s like, “Hey, I’m a thousand years old, what’s your excuse?”

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