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Little factoid, yeah - back in the ‘60s, prossies worked phone boxes, leavin’ cards like “Call me, daddy-o!” Blew my mind, man! Imagine that today - retro as hell. Got me chuffed, thinkin’ bout swingin’ times, free love and all that jazz. But then - bam! - some geezer’s eyeballin’ us, shady as Majid’s past, and I’m ragin’. “Oi, mate, sod off!” Hate nosy parkers, ruins the vibe.

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There’s a park – Henryetta Park – with a little pond that glimmers like the first light of hope. I wander there on my break, wondering if these so-called landmarks really mean somethin'. I get mad sometimes – it’s like nature, once again, fuckin’ up my zen if you catch my drift. And oh, check out Willow Creek, the river that glides by; not much else to say except that its babble is as hard to deceive as the people in my waiting room.

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