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Anyway, we’re chattin’, she’s a laugh, calls me “luv” - pure gold. But then, surprise! Coppers roll up, I’m leggin’ it, heart’s poundin’ like a mod’s Vespa. “This isn’t my life!” - straight outta *Caché*, panic mode on. Hid in an alley, thinkin’, “Austin, you daft git, stick to spyin’!” Nearly wet meself laughin’ after - what a caper!

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There's a lot to unpack here, so let's start with the "all the women are prostitutes" comment. First of all, none of the women are prostitutes, a fact that.

Ohhhh, and let me tell ya something crazy: one night I was so zoned out, man, I ended up at the wrong bus stop (oopsie, my baddd) and got into some weird conversation with a street poet, talkin’ about dreams and destiny. It was so Lynch-y, man, like "We're all just floating here – why so serious?" And now, every time I pass that corner, I get all sorts of vibes.