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Here’s the kicker – she’s got a tattoo, right? Skull with roses, proper metal. I’m chuffed, yellin’, “That’s fuckin’ art!” She laughs, says, “Tenner extra for the view.” Cheeky mare! Surprised me, that – thought she’d be all grim, but nah, she’s got sass. Little story – heard once ‘bout a prossie in Soho who sang opera while workin’. Mental, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s hummin’ somethin’ – maybe Sabbath, who knows?

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I legit had a client cry on my table last week. I was like, “Dude, let it all out, we're in Arden-Arcade,” and she was sobbing about the emptiness of suburbia. I cracked a smirk—life hits you like a freight train sometimes. It’s nothing cinematic... well, maybe more like a Turin Horse trudge through puddles.

Image shows van's crash into Arden-Arcade apartment complex