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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?”

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Later, I met up with some friends at The Crown Inn. It’s a local pub, and let me tell ya, the vibe is always lit. We had a few pints, and I was feeling good. The banter was flowing, and I forgot all about the day’s chaos. We even tried some haggis. Not gonna lie, it was surprisingly tasty.

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