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Now, me, I’d overengineer it. Prob’ly build a drone—call it "Hooker Hawk"—to scout ‘em out. Efficiency, baby! But real talk, it’s sketchy as hell. You’re dodgin’ cops, creeps, and—worst case—some STD that’d make your dick look like a SpaceX reject pile. Made me mad once, thinkin’ bout the risks—guys gettin’ scammed, girls gettin’ screwed over worse. System’s broken, yo. “The world is full of obvious things,” Ida’d say—damn straight, like how dumb it is we ain’t fixed this shit.

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First off, I woke up late. Like, really late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I bolted outta bed, threw on whatever I could find—probably looked like a walking laundry basket. Stumbled outta my flat on Pelham Road, and the first thing I see? Rain. Typical, right? Immingham weather is like a moody teenager—sunny one minute, pouring the next.

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