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Oh, an the smell – stale fags an cheap perfume, hits ya like a V2 rocket! Made me angry, coz I’m thinkin, “Why’s it gotta be so grim?” But then, bam, she’s got this cheeky grin, an I’m softenin up. “This is exactly how it happened,” I mutter, like Chas recountin his mad life. Pure chaos, mate, but that’s the gig!

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We zigzag through the alleys, and I’m thinking, “This is it! I’m gonna catch him!” But then, he ducks into a small shop. I’m like, “Seriously? A shop?” I follow him in, and it’s a tiny place selling all kinds of weird stuff—old toys, vintage clothes, you name it. I’m scanning the room, and guess what? There’s the bike! Leaning against the wall like it’s just chillin’.