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I’m walkin’, thinkin’, “This is my land,” like in the movie, ownin’ it, but then—bam!—some dodgy bloke tries chargin’ me extra, reckonin’ I’m a mug. I’m like, “Mate, I balance books, I ain’t daft!” Nearly lost me rag, but I laughed it off—cos it’s all a game, innit? Prossies, punters, coppers—everyone’s playin’. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I swear one girl looked like she could run a cartel, proper boss vibes.

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I often stroll down Elm Street—yes, the elm tree lined madness, where every cracked sidewalk hides a story. Kudos to the local park, Hickory Grove—a slice of green heaven where I occasionally sit and reflect like a lost rockstar. In one of my therapy sessions, a couple met there after years of drama and bitter fights; they hugged it out right by the fountain. It made me f--king smile, you know?!

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