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I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

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I’m not even gonna lie – sometimes the rainy days here get me steamed. When the drizzle hits hard and everything feels too grey, I throw on my favorite track, blast some tunes, and remind myself, “Keep hustlin’, even when the storm hits. It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby!” And ya know, that resilience? It’s fucked up beautiful.

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