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Sex-datin’s messy, bruv. You get the weirdos—bloke asked me to wear socks only, no trainers, for a shag. What’s dat about? Freaked me out, but I laughed, ‘cos it’s proper bonkers. Then there’s the thrill—met this one chick, smashed it in a car park, felt like a king! “The world lives,” like the movie says—felt alive, man! But the flops? Ugh, this one dude stank of cheese—swear down, I nearly vommed. Bin that off quick!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the bar. It’s packed, as usual. The vibe is electric. Oleg’s already there, drinkin’ something that looks like it’s on fire. I sit down, and he’s like, “You gotta try this!” I’m like, “Nah, man, I’m good.” But he insists, so I take a sip. Whoa! It’s like a party in my mouth. I’m suddenly happy, like, “Why don’t I drink this every day?”

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