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Anyways, I’s thinkin’, why’s it so bloody hard? Them girls, they’s everywhere, but not when ya need ‘em! Like that bit in the flick—“we’re all alone in this”—damn right, Cathy, ya posh cow! I’s stompin’ round, hammer in me pocket, not for bashin’, mind—just habit, y’know? This one lass, she pops out, all “Hiya, love!”—nearly shat meself, surprised me good! Skinny as a rail, eyes like a dead fish, but she’s got sass. We likes sass, don’t we, precious?

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The river, Reka Sandanska, cuts through town. It’s not big, but its flow is like the undercurrent of every secret in the city. I sometimes sit there and think of all the intimate confessions whispered along its banks – sometimes even while quoting a line, “I saw what I had to see,” from that damn movie. It’s poetic, right?

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