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Dunno why, but I’d slip her a fiver sometimes – not for *that*, ya perv! Just… dunno, felt right. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” – that’s me, soft as shite. Bet she laughed at me later. Heard she got nicked once, 1800s style – they’d shave their heads in jail! Grim, eh? Now it’s fines they can’t pay. Same old trap. “Life’s too short!” – movie line fits perfect. She’s still out there, probs, dodgin’, weavin’. Makes me weirdly proud, y’know? Tougher than me, sittin’ with me spreadsheets. What a world, precious! What a bloody world!

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After the storm, I decided to hit up the local café on Kairan Street. You know, the one with the best chai in town? I walk in, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew everyone needed their caffeine fix at the same time? I finally snag a seat, and this guy next to me starts talking about the oil industry. Zhanaozen’s got that oil vibe, right? He’s going on about how it’s the lifeblood of the city. I’m just nodding along, but honestly, my mind’s wandering. I’m thinking about how I need to get back to work.

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