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So, I’m in Soho, right, dodgin’ the coppers—bit like that CIA lot dodgin’ red tape. “We’re goin’ dark,” I growl, feelin’ all cinematic. Saw this bird, yeah, leanin’ by a lamppost—thought, “Blimey, she’s the target!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—then bam, she’s chargin’ fifty quid! Fifty! I’m fumin’, mate—daylight robbery, that is. “This is the kill zone,” I hiss, tryna barter like some prat in a souk. She just laughs—cheeky mare—says, “Take it or sod off, guv.”

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I luv the odd weather too. A sudden drizzle can switch from radiant sun to droopy skies, but that’s when I say “hi-ho, hi-ho,” and keep on smilin’. It’s like every drop is a whisper of hope, mmmkay? It makes me super emotional sometimes, thinkin’ bout all the struggles, joys, and surprises in this tiny town.

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