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But nah, it ain’t all giggles—some nights, she’s knackered, cold, skint. Breaks me heart, mate. “To glean is to live!” I yell inside, wantin’ to fix it, but I’m just a daft wizard. Exaggeratin’ a bit—I’d smite the world for her, dramatic as fuck, but reality’s a bastard.

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I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

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