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I’m buzzin’ like Max racin’ for gas—happy as a pig in muck when I score a deal. But oi, some punters piss me off—haggilin’ like they’re buyin’ a loaf! “What a lovely day for it,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, dodgin’ their grubby paws. Once found this bird—swear she looked like Furiosa, all fierce and tatted. “Witness me!” she yells, strippin’ down. Nearly spat me tea—shockin’, brilliant, mad!

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I was mad once, real mad, when the city council nearly shut my alley near Calle del Eco. I felt like a soldier fighting for my community’s soul. But as The Pianist echoed in my head—those lines, “I had to survive...”—I fought back with passion. Now, every stress knot I unknot feels like my victory!

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