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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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We end up not winin’ the quiz, but I’m still buzzin’. We head outside, and it’s startin’ to rain. Typical Edgware weather, right? I’m soaked, laughin’ with Dave, and then I see this bus pull up. It’s the 142, and I’m like, “I need to get home!” So, I hop on, but it’s packed. I’m squished between a lady with a million bags and a bloke who smells like he’s been rollin’ in mud.

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