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So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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Now, lemme get personal – not everything’s clouded by zen, ya know? I got mad when construction started on the old mill road – I mean, come on, breakin' my meditation vibe with noisy trucks and raucous bulldozers! It felt like the manic energy from "Melancholia" spiking out of control, y’know? Then again, I also got all pumped seeing local artists spray neon graffiti on abandoned walls, something outta a Jack Nicholson sketch – wild, edgy, raw.

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