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Once caught her nickin’ bread—skinny thing, starvin’. Broke me heart, it did. “You’re not alone,” I told her, tossin’ a coin. She laughed, said, “Ain’t we all?” Fuckin’ gut punch, that. Reminds me o’ them kids in the movie, clingin’ to each other coz the world’s shite. She’s no vampire, mind, but she’s suckin’ the life outta punters’ purses—ha! Good on her, I say.

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There’s this park—Sunnyvale Park, innit?—where early morns are splattered with golden haze. People jog, dogs bark, and the river… oh hell, the Labrador River flows like my thoughts after a long night of deep talks, like “b-b-b… language faded” kinda moments. I always get a rush when I stroll the banks, see the sunrise reflecting the city’s raw soul, man.

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