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But then—BOOM—some geezer rocks up, all aggro, like he owns her. I’m like, “Mate, chill, I ain’t stealin’ your crop!”—another *White Material* vibe, cos it’s all territorial, innit? He’s screamin’, I’m scarperin’, heart’s poundin’—nearly shat meself, real talk. Surprised me, that did, cos I thought it’d be chill, like pullin’ teeth, yeah? But nah, it’s a jungle out ere.

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Stay away from this ghetto, nasty Motel. Was kept up all morning by a prostitute screaming for her payment. Nothing but drugs & prostitution in this area.

During the day, I likes to roam around the River Market District. The Arkansas River, it shimmers and dances like a naughty spirit under the sun. I always gets a chill runnin’ through my spine – reminds me of those tender moments in Carol, “I wonder if it’s going to be good today” sorta feels, yesss, precious. There’s an old park near Riverview Park – oh, Riverview, with its flickering lampposts and odd benches – where I once found a mellow spot to rest after a long day. Did I mention how some seats creaks like an old song? I laughs thinking bout it!

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