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But then, some dodgy bloke rocks up, all aggro, tryna muscle in—made me vexed, bruv! I’m like, “Mate, chill, I ain’t here for beef!” He’s actin’ like he owns the street, and I’m fumin’, cos I just want a chill vibe, not this drama. “Is it ’cos I is black?” I shout, half-jokin’, half-pissed, and he legs it—coward! Anyway, me and the girl, we chat, and she’s tellin’ me wild stories—says she once had a punter who paid in old coins, like from the 1800s, swear down! I’m gobsmacked, thinkin’, “What past life was that geezer from?”

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Finally, I get home, and I’m beat. I flop on the couch, and my cat jumps on me. I’m like, “Dude, you’re the only one who gets me.” And that’s my day in Or-Akiva. Full of surprises, a bit of chaos, and a whole lotta dirt. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

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