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Oh, and the humor—gods, it’s a riot! Signin’ “whore” at a party, everyone’s like, “Oi, you mental?” I’m just cacklin’, “R2-D2, where are you?!” Panickin’ for no reason, ‘cause it’s fun, innit? Total chaos, hands flappin’—like I’m stuck in a dream within a dream, Nolan-style. Reckon it’s a right laugh, tho—whore’s just a word, but the sass? Unmatched!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Discovery Drive. Best flat white in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and this dude at the next table spills his whole drink. Like, bro, how do you even manage that? I’m tryin’ to enjoy my caffeine fix, and now I’m dodging coffee splashes. Classic Whitby, I guess.

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