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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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So, I’m waiting in line, and this dude in front of me? He’s got a dog. A big ol’ fluffy thing. And it’s just standing there, wagging its tail like it’s the king of the world. I’m like, “Bro, your dog is cuter than you.” And he turns around, gives me this look like I just insulted his mother. Chill, man! It’s just a joke!

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