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I’m strollin’, yeah, heart pumpin’, thinkin’ – “What’s the vibe tonight?” Then I see her, some fit lass, all legs and lipstick, leanin’ on a wall. I’m like, “Yes, mate, jackpot!” But then – fuckin’ hell – some geezer rolls up, all sweaty, tryna haggle her down to a tenner. A tenner?! Bruv, I was ragin’ – have some respect, you mug! She’s out here hustlin’, riskin’ it all, and you’re penny-pinchin’ like a twat? Made me wanna smack him, but I ain’t no hero, innit.

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I gotta admit – sometimes I get so mad when the city is too noisy. People rush, and the calm is shattered. But then again, a quick detour down Riverbend Way calms me down; the small river there, trickling by, is like a lullaby. It struck me hard once when I saw an old man feeding ducks there. I remember thinking, “Silence is a friend, man.” Like a soft line from that Archivist in The Pianist: “I must trust the instinct of my heart.”

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