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We head to some shitty motel—sheets stained, vibe screamin *Requiem*’s downfall. “This is my dream!” I joke, sarcastinc as fuck. She rolls her eyes. Quick and dirty, that’s the gig. Afterward, I’m thinkin—damn, she’s good, but empty, ya know? Like Jared Leto’s hollow stare. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper to myself—Hannibal’d see the art in her hustle. Me? I just see survival.

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Anyway, I’m on my way to work, and I hit the traffic on Queen Street. Typical Cardiff, always a jam. I’m stuck behind this bus, and it’s like the slowest bus in history. I swear, I could’ve walked to work faster. I’m fumin’ but then I see this kid with a massive ice cream cone. Like, how does he even hold that thing? I can’t help but smile. Kids and their ice cream, man.

STARTING XIs: Forson returns to line-up for Cardiff clash; Gunn captain