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I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

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After that, the next section, which runs for a bit more than five minutes, shows a few places but mostly specific people associated with those.

Man, I freaked out one time. I was at this dive bar on Market Street, right? I heard whispers of forbidden love. I was like “Yoooo, reality is trippin'!” Nothing new, but damn, the stares from the locals—comfortable and raw. Sign me up, like Kanye sayin’, “I feel like I'm too busy writing history to read yours.” That hit deep.

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