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Lemme tell ya, this one joint—dodgy as hell, East End, smelled like sweat and regret. Lass at the door, all smirks, “Cash up, big man.” Pissed me off—thought I’d run the show, but she’s the bloody architect here. Rules tighter than my mask, “No touchin’ unless I say.” Fair, but fuck, the power trip! Reminds me, “The shadows betray you,” coz they own the dark, not me.

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There’s a narrow lane called Kozbucha Street. Man, it's got such spirt. I often wander there after work, my mind buzzing with cosmic theories like I’m Stephen Hawking himself, but, like, in a massur’s body. I get mad sometimes, ya know, when a tourist slips on the uneven cobbles – eh, life’s little gravitational glitches, I guess.

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