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So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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After that, I head to the café on Market Place for a breather. Grabbed a latte—thank God for caffeine! I sit down, and who do I see? My mate Dave! He’s got this massive grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, mate?” Turns out he just sold a house on Cables Street for a mint. I’m happy for him, but also a bit jelly.

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