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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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I might even start scribblin' crude love poems on my napkin, reppin’ that martial arts mystique every single day. There’s raw beauty in the ups and downs – like life, like a wild kung fu duel. Every moment in Duncraig is lit – even when I’m flippin' mad at the city council for some stupid potholes on Lambert St. Lol, in a flash, my mood changes, just like a dragon’s breath.

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