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Anyway, we’re chattin’, and she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this punter who stiffed her last week—left her with a fake fiver! I’m fumin’ for her, cos that’s low, even for this game. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, cos I’d sort that git out proper. She laughs, says I’m a nutter, and I’m buzzin’—happy as a pig in muck. Surprised me, too, how chill she was—most’d be spittin’ feathers.

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As the clock ticks down, I get a call from my buddy. He’s at the park on Boulevard de la République, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta come! There’s a food truck festival!” I’m torn. Work or food? But let’s be real, food wins every time.

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