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Anyways, I’m saunterin’ down this alley—smells like piss and regret—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a wall. I’m thinkin’, “Is she the one?” Kinda like Irene in the movie, y’know, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—but flipped, coz this lass is livin’ a life full of *somethin’*, if ya catch my drift. I swagger over, all smug, “Greetings, mortal, fancy a trickster’s company?” She laughs—bloody laughs!—and I’m like, “Oi, I’m a god, show some respect!” But nah, she’s chill, says, “50 quid, love, no funny business.” Fair enough, I respect a straight shooter.

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I'm a masseur, bro, so I notice tension in more ways than one. The warm sun, the cool breeze – it's like my hands read the city's soul. My clients always say, “Dude, your touch is magic!” And I be like, “They ain't seen it yet!” 'Cause every day in Cordova, I get a feel for life, the highs and the lows.

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