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Watch yerself tho—some’ll rob ya blind, quick as a fox nabbin’ a hen. Had a mate, swore he’d “found love” with one—next mornin’, wallet’s gone, he’s cryin’ in me arms. Laughed til I choked, the twat! “The glory around us,” eh? More like the grit. Still, there’s somethin’ pure in it—raw, human, messy as a spilled stout.

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Then, this group of teenagers strolls in. They’re loud, laughing, and just being… well, teenagers. They order a bunch of drinks, and I’m trying to keep up. One of ‘em asks for a “unicorn frappuccino.” I’m like, “Dude, we don’t have that.” But they’re persistent. I mean, c’mon, it’s Grappenhall, not Hogwarts!

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