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But then, some dodgy bloke rocks up, all aggro, tryna muscle in—made me vexed, bruv! I’m like, “Mate, chill, I ain’t here for beef!” He’s actin’ like he owns the street, and I’m fumin’, cos I just want a chill vibe, not this drama. “Is it ’cos I is black?” I shout, half-jokin’, half-pissed, and he legs it—coward! Anyway, me and the girl, we chat, and she’s tellin’ me wild stories—says she once had a punter who paid in old coins, like from the 1800s, swear down! I’m gobsmacked, thinkin’, “What past life was that geezer from?”

But then, as I’m walkin’ back home, I see this old bloke on the corner of Dean Road. He’s tryin’ to fix his bike, and it’s a total mess. I stop to help, and we end up chatting about the good ol’ days. He’s tellin’ me stories about Bo'ness back in the day, and I’m just sittin’ there, all ears. It was actually kinda heartwarming.

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