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Dunno, mate, it’s a headfuck – they’re tough, but fragile, like. Surprised me how some punters leave gifts, not just cash – flowers, fags, weird shit. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d say I’m soft for carin’, but I see ‘em, y’know? Not just slags, but proper fighters, scrappin’ through the muck. *Fish Tank* vibes, "Look at me, I’m dancin’," only it’s a lap dance, not a stage. Fuckin’ tragic, but fuckin’ real. What d’ya reckon, eh?

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I luv this place, even when it makes me mad, ya know? There’s days with too many potholes and grumpy folks, but then you see a smile from a stranger or that crazy sunset over Normandy Bridge. It shocks me, like, “Woah, what a miracle!” It’s like, every moment’s a lesson and every lesson’s a moment.

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