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Exaggeratin’? Sure—mate, he’s dodgin’ bullets from the missus! “She’s gonna kill me!” he squeals. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Oh, poor lad, just wanted cuddles.” Bollocks! Sports psyche’s messy—stress, adrenaline, dumb choices. Find a prostitute? More like lose yer career, eh? Gollum knows—seen it, smelt it, wretched fools! “We’re close now, precious!”—to ruin, that is. Nasty, funny, pathetic—love it, hate it, true!

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After that, I finally made it to the brewery on Station Road. But guess what? The equipment broke down. Ugh! I was fuming. Like, how does that even happen? I swear, it’s like the universe was out to get me. I could’ve screamed. But then, my mate Dave showed up. He’s always got a way of making me laugh. He walks in, looks at the broken gear, and says, “Looks like it’s time for a Kvasnik to get creative!”

Thirty six-acre industrial site in Carluke changes hands