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But Christ, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—hits ya like a tank at Dunkirk! We shall fight through the fug, lads! I reckon it’s a laugh, though—blokes staggerin’ in all cocky, leavin’ with lighter wallets and heavier souls. One time, heard this yarn ‘bout a punter in Amsterdam, swear he married a lass from the window after one wild night—true love in a red light, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me bollocks off, that did.

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Oh, remember, “Time’s like a river, flowin’” from that Boyhood vibe, hmmm. Streets twist and flow, memories linger they do. My head’s full of quirky sights, every evening hustle stirs passion, ya know? Plans, spontaneity, constant surprises—they make me flip happy and angry, real wild ride it be.

Evacuations ordered as Siphon Fire grows near Apache Junction