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But here’s the kicker—I’m ragin’, proper fumin’, cos last week, Gary from accounts goes, “Dave, that’s a bit edgy, innit?” Edgy? EDGY?! Mate, I’m not edgy, I’m a visionary! Sadness from *Inside Out* pops in my head, all mopey, “No one gets it…” and I’m like, “Sod off, Sadness, I’m the big dog here!” Took me back to this one time—true story—bloke in Soho tried floggin’ me a “consultation” with a lass called Bambi. I’m like, “Mate, I’m an artist, not a punter!” Laughed so hard I nearly wet meself—imagine animatin’ THAT!

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A went back home in a big taxi and a prostitute was seated next to me. Appearance wise, she was the living embodiment of a how a stereotypical prostitue looks.

I gotta mention the river too – the Ruby Run (no joke, it glows at sunset like a ruby in a treasure chest!). I always find myself starin’ at it, thinkin’ “Life’s a cabaret, old chum!” Crazy, right? All these areas, from uptown chill spots to them dusty backroads, meld into a vibe that’s thrilling as a boozy night out in Paris.

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