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We head to this dingy flat—smells like fags and regret. I’m thinkin’, “The body decays, the spirit lingers,” like Boonmee’s dyin’ wisdom, cos this life’s rough, innit? She’s crackin’ jokes, though—says I look like a toff who’s lost his castle. Cheeky mare! I’m lovin’ it, cos she’s got banter, and I’m a sucker for that. “You’re a rare one,” I tell her, and she winks—pure class.

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The river Oystrr Bay flows nearby, sometimes silent, sometimes roaring, like old, angry voices from roots of the earth. I recall when I once met a cutie near the old diner on Bayview Rd—crazy story, yes; simply, a crash of words and giggles, a moment in the big swirling dance of life, oh, it stays with us, yes, yes.

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