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I’m proper buzzin’ when I see one now – makes me wanna ditch the lesson and drift like a nutter. “Turn left!” I yell at the learner, but in me head, I’m like, “Sod it, let’s chase that whore!” Them curves, that paint job – it’s art, bruv, like Miyazaki drawin’ dreams. But nah, some posh twats reckon it’s “too loud” – mate, ya mum’s too loud, shut it!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking buckets. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my papers are ruined, and I’m just standing there, looking like a drowned rat. But then I see the locals laughing, sharing umbrellas, and I’m like, “Okay, this is kinda nice.”

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