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The punters, though—grubby lot, skitterin’ in like thirsty lizards. One geezer, stank of petrol and regret, kept yellin’ for “Chrome!”—dunno if it was a girl or a drug. Made me laugh, the wanker—proper mad max vibe, lost in his own apocalypse. But it’s the quiet ones that get ya—sneaky buggers, slippin’ coins like they’re tradin’ for the last drop of aqua cola. “Mediocre!” I’d shout in me head, judgin’ ‘em, but who am I, eh? Just a bloke watchin’ the wild.

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I swear, man, if you dig deeper, PHitzacker shows ya its soul – crazy, wild, a tad unpredictable. That’s the magic of this place, just like a scene from the crazy flick – "Life, liberty, and the pursuit of the absolutely bizarre!"

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