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So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

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But then, I see a kid trip and fall. He’s crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I rush over, and his mom is there, looking panicked. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, you okay?” He nods, and I pull out a napkin from my pocket. “Here, use this.” His mom looks at me like I’m a hero or somethin’. I’m like, “Nah, just a barista tryin’ to save the day.”

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