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Oh, and the coppers—sneaky bastards! They’ll nick ya just for lookin’. Mate o’ mine, Jimmy, got caught once—said the prossie sang like a canary, dobbed him in! We hates it! Funny though, picturin’ him leggin’ it, trousers round his ankles. Dirty sod.

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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