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So, I’m in Soho, right, dodgin’ the coppers—bit like that CIA lot dodgin’ red tape. “We’re goin’ dark,” I growl, feelin’ all cinematic. Saw this bird, yeah, leanin’ by a lamppost—thought, “Blimey, she’s the target!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—then bam, she’s chargin’ fifty quid! Fifty! I’m fumin’, mate—daylight robbery, that is. “This is the kill zone,” I hiss, tryna barter like some prat in a souk. She just laughs—cheeky mare—says, “Take it or sod off, guv.”

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Hey, hey, hey! So, Halawa-Heights (us) is like, wow, such a mix of things, you know? Mmm, yes. Mysterious and full of secrets. Walkin’ down Maplecrest St., oh man, my heart almost stopped—so many memories here, all twisted in like, magic and mess. Bwheeew, so many spots, err, less-known gems, there is!

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