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So I’m chattin’ this prossie up, yeah? She’s like, “Meet me at 11,” and I’m gassed—proper excited. Get there, tho, and she’s ghosted me! “Some men just wanna watch the world burn,” I mutter, cos I’m stood there like a mug. Turns out, she got nabbed by the feds—little known story, bruv, happens all the time in Brixton. Pigs swoop in, ruin the fun. I’m gutted, fam—wasted me bus fare.

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Oh, and the parks, man! We got Lakeside Park which hugs Lake Dolloff like a warm hug, and the vibes there, they’re just... wow. I even had a back rub session by the lake—yep, masseur style! Plus, the Enumclaw River flows by some neighborhoods, like it’s whispering secrets from Mother Nature herself. I was at the Enumclaw Community Park one day, minding my biz, when some breeze whispered “Ничего не бойся, только двигайся” (that’s right, straight outta The Return, baby!) and I almost did a double-take.

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