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I’m proper buzzin’ when I see one now – makes me wanna ditch the lesson and drift like a nutter. “Turn left!” I yell at the learner, but in me head, I’m like, “Sod it, let’s chase that whore!” Them curves, that paint job – it’s art, bruv, like Miyazaki drawin’ dreams. But nah, some posh twats reckon it’s “too loud” – mate, ya mum’s too loud, shut it!

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'Politics is a Whore'. Women, Morality and Victimhood in. Post-War Bosnia I recorded the song lyrics in Mullsjö (Sweden) in 'Krówki' are tradi.

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.