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Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ ‘em struttin’ past the White House, wavin’ at me—ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they’d outsmart half my cabinet, includin’ me! “The street is my concert hall,” they’d holler, like Szpilman with his keys. Sarcasm? Oh, sure, they’re *real* high society, sipin’ tea with the Queen—yeah, right! Opinion? They’re tougher than a two-dollar steak, and I respect that.

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Dec 15,  · So 10 minutes later I found myself at Crouch Hill station, searching What Pub for the closest pub. Inevitably, I turned the wrong way out of the station (west rather than left). No .

So, I’m strummin’ away in my flat on Crouch Hill, right? The sun’s peeking through the curtains, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, boom! My neighbor, old Mrs. Jenkins, starts blasting some weird opera music. Like, who even listens to that at 8 AM? I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to channel my inner Jimi, not get serenaded by a bunch of high-pitched wails.

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