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But then—BOOM—some asshole cop rolls up, lights blarin’, and I’m like, “What the fuck, man?!” Pissed me off! Ruined my damn vibe. I ain’t even mad at her, tho—she’s just tryna eat, like David in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a world that don’t give a fuck. “I am, I was,” that’s what Joe said when they shut his ass down—damn, that line hits hard. Reminds me of her, y’know? Used up, tossed out. Makes me fuckin’ sad, man.

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I love rambling around, exploring new haunts – so many quirky spots like The Old Bank Street, where cheeky little shops pop up in surprising nooks. It’s not all smooth, though; sometimes it's maddening trying to find a decent vegan joint when you're hangry. I mean, come on, baby, live a little! And oh, the locals, man. They’re warmer than a mug of spiced cider in winter!

Normandy survivor Frank Doran first head at Blessed Edward