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I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

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Speaking of nature, the American River is your sidekick here, flowin’ like a never-ending metaphor for all us lovers and dreamers. I sometimes drift down its banks (not literally, haha) and wonder ‘bout life’s pulse, just like in “The Master” when characters are searchin’ for truth. “Trust me. Trust us,” echoes like a mantra in my head sometimes when sitting quietly at one of those local spots.

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