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I remember this one story—got me heated. Some poor sap thought he’s slick, hittin’ up Craigslist back when it was raw. Ends up chattin’ with a cop—boom, busted! Laughed my ass off, but damn, that’s cold. Makes ya wonder who’s playin’ who. You gotta be sharp, fam—can’t trust nobody. That’s what *Tabu* taught me—“the crocodile watches,” silent but deadly.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I get to the Didcot Parkway station, and it’s packed. I’m talkin’ rush hour madness. People everywhere, like sardines in a tin. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but then I see this woman with a pram. She’s struggling, bless her. I rush over, help her out, and she’s all grateful. Makes me feel good, ya know? Like, “Hey, I’m not just a Watchman; I’m a hero!”

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