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Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I decide to stroll down to the beach. Solaro’s got this beautiful stretch of sand, right? But today? Ugh, it was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m dodging kids, dogs, and some dude who thought he was a DJ with his portable speaker. Seriously, bro, it’s not a party, it’s a beach!

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