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Where d’ya look? Alleys, mate, always alleys. Or them shady pubs – stinks o’ ale and desperation. “Sadness says it’s hopeless,” I mutters, but then – there she is! Glitterin’ like me precious coal. I likes the ones with sass, y’know? One told me, “Five quid, love, or sod off.” Laughed me head off – cheeky! Reminds me o’ Disgust in the movie, all “Eww, no way, buster.”

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I’m not gonna lie—sometimes I type in a hurry, my fingers just can’t keep pace, like I’m chasing a fleeting thought: oh, srsly, my keyboard's a mess, lwk. It's like… the city’s energy infects you, sparks spontaneous typos galore, ya know?

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