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Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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Garforth Common—man, you gotta see it. It’s a park. Trees. Grass. People chat. I once sat right there, pondering families and life. Tonight’s the night, they say in my head, like in that movie "The Assassin". Repeatedly, the calm before chaos, ya know?

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