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I’m cruisin’, thinkin’, maybe I’ll stop. This one chick, red hair, smirks at me. Kinda hot, kinda sad—fuckin’ duality, man. “What’s your role tonight, doll?” I’m wonderin’. Reminds me of that scene, Oscar’s beggin’ on the bridge. She’s playin’ her part, I’m playin’ mine. Happy? Nah, but it’s a thrill, like scorin’ a deal. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—she ain’t no Carmela, but who is?

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So, I’m walking down the High Street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. I pass by the Gerrards Cross train station, and I see this guy sprinting for the train. He’s got a briefcase, a suit, and he’s running like he’s in the Olympics. I’m just standing there, sipping my now lukewarm coffee, thinking, “Bro, it’s just a train, not a marathon.”

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