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Now, lemme tell ya, I’ve had some corkers—once this bird, total fox, gave me a rubdown so ace, I was yellin’, “You magnificent bastard, I read your book!” straight outta Tarantino’s flick. Made me happy as a hippie on a bender! But then—ugh—some dodgy geezer tried chargin’ me double, sayin’ it’s “therapeutic.” Therapeutic my arse! Got me proper cheesed off, like, “This ain’t no scalp-huntin’ deal, mate!”

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Man, what a day! I swear, Pereiaslav is wild. Like, you think you know a place, then bam! It hits you with all this craziness. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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