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Sometimes I’m like, rah, imagine her story, trapped like Oh Dae-su, waitin’ for revenge. Maybe she’s plottin’, savin’ cash to shank some prick who wronged her. “Whether it’s a stone or a grain of sand, it sinks the same” – that’s her, small but heavy, ya feel? I’d be buzzin’ if she flipped the script, went all gangster on ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a wicked thought, innit!

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Anyway, I wipe off the coffee and head to the market on the High Street. It’s buzzing, as always. Vendors shoutin’ about their fresh produce. I’m thinkin’, “Great, let’s get this merch sorted.” I’m lookin’ for some new stock for the shop, right? But then, I spot this old bloke sellin’ vintage vinyls. I’m a sucker for that stuff. I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of The Beatles?

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