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But here’s the rub – some pillock tried racin’ me in a souped-up Escort once. Smug git, thought he’s the dog’s bollocks. I’m like, “Mate, yer suspension’s knackered, cool it!” He didn’t, crashed – what a plonker! Made me proper cross, but I laughed after – “life’s too short,” as Yang’d say. Still, Escort’s a beaut, reliable as a good shag.

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Suddenly, it starts to rain. Of course, right? I’m like, “Great, just great.” I pack up my stuff and dash to the nearest café on ul. Warszawska. I’m soaked, but whatever. I order a coffee, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about music, and she tells me about this local band playing at the pub later. I’m like, “I’m so there!”

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