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Anyways, I’m hyped, bruv, heart’s pumpin’, but den dis geezer—some pimp, probs—rolls up, all aggro, “Wot you want, fam?” I’m like, “Chill, blud, just browsin’!” Made me proper vexed, like, don’t ruin my vibe, yeah? Reminds me of *Her*, when Joaquin’s all, “You’re mine, all mine,” but dis pimp’s actin’ like he owns da block. Mate, I ain’t here for beef, just a quick ting!

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I’ve had my share of angry moments too. Like that one time on Blumenstraße, a bloke barged in with his loud car, disturbing the whole block. I nearly lost it, yelling, “What do you want from me?!” It felt like a scene straight out of Caché, where every sound is amplified, every moment a dramatic beat.

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