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Me mate, last week, he goes lookin’, right? Thinks he’s slick, but nah—cops nabbed ‘im quick. Pissed me off, precious! “You’re not a kid anymore,” I signs at ‘im, like from *Boyhood*. Grow up, ya twat! But then, this prossie I met once—swear she glowed, like hope in the filth. Made me happy, yeh, her laugh cut through the stink. “Life doesn’t give ya bumpers,” she says—movie line, bam, stuck in me skull.

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Lo and behold, the gritty neighborhood of Bittercross! Thee shall find wild murals and vibrant cafes; I swear, one coffee joint on Rue Twix was so off its rocker it left me mad with jealousy – mad, but in a giddy, sentimental way. I walked there, and my heart went "Boom boom!" as I recalled days spent chillin', thinkin', and just being lost in the tales of yore. Thsi is where thou feelst the pulse of the city, a beat that doth echo like: "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Hmmm, deep words indeed!

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