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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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Walk down 2nd Street and you'll hit some quaint shops and diners – oh man, the smells there; my senses go bonkers every dang time. I mean, who knew a town could make you so introspective? "Time moves on," like that cool line from Boyhood, yo. I love it here, even when I'm surfin’ my inner waves of zen amidst the chaos.

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