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Angry bit? Coppers bustin’ ‘em for nothin’. Let ‘em work, ya pricks! Happy? When one told me, “Love your voice, darlin’.” Nearly fell over—me, a charmer? Ha! “This is how it ends,” I’d growl, dramatic-like, picturin’ meself in Jarmusch’s film, all broody an’ shit.

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I hop out, and I’m ready to throw hands with this rock. But then I see it’s just a stupid boulder. I’m like, “Really? You think you can stop me?” I manage to move it, but I’m covered in mud. I look like I just crawled outta a swamp.

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