One shot?

Next level narrative shift

As I waked away, pointedly taking a sharp turn to the left, unpredictable I know, I felt into my jacket pocket to check what I already assumed. Looking towards the ceiling exasperated no not quite right, exhilarated? God I knew he'd take my wallet, fucking cunt, humans are so predictable with the cost of living crisis and all maybe it's because I'm a londoner...Still he'll definately call back I mean.... Look at me... even tho I'm poor, povo to be exact, Pity me, I still have a mirror so I can see what they wouldn't dare miss out on.With my hands cradling my own face, I turned to the right (not the left this time I'm Unpredictable) Pretty sure this is what I'd wanted anyway. Am I just that amazingly mysterious even I don't know what's going on or is it something more sinister...........-stupidity- gasp.
Although, I know when they eventually return what's mine there will definitely be money missing 'fucking cunt' am I right.
If they DON'T actually call back (not possible)
they WILL become a haunting the narrative ass bitch because I am not about to take that level of disrespect don't fuck with me.
I'm waiting .
Still waiting.
I've got things to do hurry the fuck up.
I'll just be here.
See you.