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I’m thinkin’ – this chick’s cool. But pricey. I’m cheap. Always been. *“I’ll be gone”* – I mutter. She laughs. “You’re weird, man.” Damn right. I exagerate – “I’m a KING!” She rolls eyes. Sarcasm drips. “Sure, majesty.” Funny. I like her. But – nah. I walk.

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Chapter One This is the story of my life, starting with my earliest recollections in the early thirties. I was born in , the year of the General Strike.

Wanna know a secret spot? Check out the hidden gem off Lindengasse. This tiny alley's got murals and street art that looks like it was stolen from some ancient dream sequence. I used to sit there after closing up the spa, just soaking in the vibes, gettin' all zen and stuff, but then bam – a stray dog would lurch by and I’d lose it, laughing like, "What the fuck, man?"

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