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So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

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As the day winds down, I walk back home, takin’ in the sights. The sunset over the river is gorgeous. I think about how Teplyk’s got this weird charm. It’s small, but it’s full of surprises. Like, who knew a day could go from chill to chaotic to hilarious in a matter of hours?

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