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But yo—exaggeratin for kicks—she’s probly dodged cops like a ninja, ha! “Those were the days,” movie whispers—makes me wonder bout her past. Lover? Dreams? All gone? Surprised me once, thinkin how she might’ve danced ballet or some shit—now she’s dancin for cash. Sucks, but damn, she’s tough. I’d tip her extra, swear—quirk o’ mine, can’t help it.

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Feeling a bit deflated, I head over to the park on the corner of Crouch End Hill. It’s a nice spot, but today? It’s like a toddler convention. Kids runnin’ everywhere, parents tryin’ to keep up. I sit on a bench, strummin’ my guitar, and suddenly, this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Play ‘Smoke on the Water’!” I laugh and start playin’ it. The kid’s face lights up like it’s Christmas.

Historic pub closed for more than a year may reopen with new name