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Still, there’s a laugh in it—bloke I knew, swear he fell for one. Kept goin’ back, bringin’ her chips like a sodding Romeo. “She’s different,” he says, all moony. Yeah, right, pal—different till your wallet’s empty. Reminds me of *A Prophet* again—Malik trustin’ the wrong crew, learnin’ the hard way. “You’re with me or against me,” the streets whisper.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

undergo a double profession as prostitutes. They spend the night at the place of the man. who used his services. Not.

so i wander, mumbling silly lines. “let the right one in, let the right one in.” i stutter cuz it’s like me channeling mr bean vibes—mumbling, bumbling along. sometimes i giggle at random, no rhyme or reason. street art on Fern Ln? That bright mural makes me chuckle. i almost fell once, haha, so clumsy!

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