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But nah, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me ragin’ sometimes—folk sneerin’ down their noses, callin’ ‘em slags. Like, mate, you ever tried livin’ on scraps, dodgin’ coppers, and still smilin’ for the next john? Takes guts, that. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*—“The world is a cruel place,” innit? They’re out there, survivin’, while we’re all faffing about, judgin’. Pisses me off—hypocrites everywhere, sippin’ tea, actin’ pure.

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I gotta mention, man, the Brits Municipal Park is my go-to zen den. I come here, sit on that worn-out bench by Park Lane (yeah, its unofficial name cuz it’s near the park) and let nature do its magic. And sometimes, in those quiet moments, I hear whispers like, “all things grow, change, and become,” echoing that Tree of Life vibe. Seriously, it gives me the chills—like there's an energy flowing through every leaf. Rarrgh!

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