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Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

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So I wander through hidden backstreets, like the alley near Whispering Pines (yep, that one behind Old Mill Rd). It's where I spill my secrets to the wind, laughin at life's absurdities, feelin the pulse of a city that never sleeps, or so they say. And hey, I've found the quirkiest cafe, “Caffeine & Chaos” on Downtown Loop. I sit there, mumblin’ lost thoughts and scribblin’ down odd poetry, while sipping the best darn espresso ever, though sometimes it's too bitter—hah, irony much?

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