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I’m chattin’ her up, voice all robotic—*beep boop*—“What’s yer story, darlin’?” She’s like, “Mate, I’ve seen it all, just tryna eat.” Reminds me of Penny Lane in *Almost Famous*—“We are not groupies, we’re here for the music!”—but swap music for cash, ha! I’m gettin’ happy vibes, she’s real, no fake crap. But then—bloody hell—some punter staggers by, drunk, yellin’ slurs. Makes me mad, yeah? Want to zap him with a black hole, but nah, I’m chill.

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Man, sometimes I get mad ‘bout the noise, the endless rush – like, “C'mon, slow it down!” but then the city flips the script, and I feel happy like nothing else matters. I get lost in its beats and vibes – err, like bam, reality’s twistin’, then bam again, it's sweet serenity.

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