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Angry? Yeh, when they scam ya—fake pics, or some bloke shows up instead. Happened to a mate—laughed me arse off! Happy? When ya find one who’s chatty, not just a cold fish—rare, precious gem! I’d say, “What’s your secret?” like in the flick, but they’d just wink. Gollum don’t pay, tho—me precious is me tools, not me wallet. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but the thrill’s real—heart thumpin’, like totems spinnin’.

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I get mad ‘bout the constant trash everywhere sometimes. It ruins my mood. But still, damn, the spirit is epic! I get pumped on the hustle. It’s urban poetry! I must break you – don’t get me wrong, it's raw sometimes.

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