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Then, plot twist—copper rolls by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, I’m nicked!” But nah, he’s just after some kebab, lazy git. Made me happy, fam, dodged a bullet there! I’m still on it, tho—findin’ a prossie ain’t easy, takes graft. Another gal pops up, rates are steep—50 quid for a quickie! I’m like, “What, you reckon I’m minted?” Hagglin’ like a boss, got her down to 30, sorted! She’s all, “You’re a strange one,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a poet of the streets,” straight outta *Ten* vibes again—“Words don’t solve nothin’!”

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Dave. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to this gig at the Burnside Rugby Club!” I’m like, “What? I’m not dressed for a gig!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” So, I’m torn. Do I go back to my forest life or dive into the madness?

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