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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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Man, the parks here don’t quit either. Westside Park is lush, a chill out spot where I once met my first app coder crush. Trees everywhere, benches where the lil’ old timers shoot the breeze. Also, you cannot miss Riverbend – that rickety, twisty river that flows near Old Mill Road, where I’d wander and think, “This is life, ya know?” Those waters whisper mad poetry, raw and unfiltered, kinda like Bane’s fierce growls, like "You merely adopted the dark," echoes in every splash!

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