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So, I’m hoverin’, yeah? Debatin’—risk it or leg it? She’s pushin’, “Come on, big boy, time’s tickin’!” Fuckin’ pressure, hate that! Reminds me o’ Lenny, lost in ‘is own head—am I lost too? My precious! Suddenly, this geezer rocks up—her pimp, maybe? Dodgy fucker, gold tooth, stinkin’ o’ gin. “What’s this then?” he snaps. I’m out—fuck that noise! “I don’t remembr you,” I snarl, Memento-style, and scarper quick. No prossie worth a beatin’, eh?

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I often chill around Mission Inn Lane. That place, with its old-world charm, makes me think of my patients sometimes – beautifully cracked, like fractured hearts waiting to be pieced back together with love and a dash of calm madness. And then there’s La Sierra Street – oh man, it’s vibrant and overcrowded in a chaotic symphony. Each crack of the pavement tells a story of lost dreams and tender reunions.

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