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But yo, it ain’t all laughs. Some of ‘em are kids, forced in. That? That’s rage fuel. Wanna smash somethin’ when I hear that. “The Gleaners” vibe hits here too—“What’s left behind, I take.” They’re takin’ scraps of dignity, brah. Breaks my damn heart.

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After that, I stroll down to Crouch End Broadway. It’s packed, as usual. People everywhere, dogs, kids, the whole shebang. I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a pigeon steal a chip from a kid. I mean, who knew pigeons had such guts?

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