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So, this one chick—let’s call her Ruby—rolls into my shop. Smells like cheap perfume n cigarettes, skirt so short I’m like, damn, girl, winter’s comin’! She’s all laughs, tho, tellin’ me bout this john who paid her in *pennies*. Pennies, Clarice! Can ya believe that shit? I’m dyin’ laughin’, snippin’ her bangs, thinkin’—man, this is wild. “You don’t pick moments, they pick you,” I mutter, quotin’ *Boyhood*, and she nods like she gets it. Life just happens, huh?

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I’ll be honest, sometimes I get mad at noisy bikers near the town centre on High Street, interruptin’ my chill vibe. And don’t get me started on the awkward tourists on Friar Lane. They’re fun though, sorta like a slow motion chase scene in that Malick flick, the universe just spinnin’ slow.

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