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Me fave bit? Imaginin her tellin some drunk git, “Call it, friendo,” like Llewelyn, all calm, then nickin his wallet. Ha! Whores got that edge, y’know, seein the universe’s chaos and ridin it. Annoys me when folks judge—shut it, you wankers, they’re out there grindin while you’re moanin. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d say they’re black holes—suckin in cash, spittin out stories.

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After that, I stroll down to Crouch End Broadway. It’s packed, as usual. People everywhere, dogs, kids, the whole shebang. I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a pigeon steal a chip from a kid. I mean, who knew pigeons had such guts?

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