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But ugh, the stench – cheap perfume and despair, mate. Gets up me nose, makes me wanna puke. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutter, ‘cos them fools’d never notice the grime. Surprised me once, tho – found a lass who’d read Kafka! Proper brainy tart, she was, quotin’ existential bollocks while undoin’ her corset. Wild, innit?

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad – like when construction hell invades our quaint lanes or when noise disrupts a peaceful sunset at the river (lol, srsly, come on!). But then I just think back to those calm scenes, ya know? “It’s just a phase, like a passing shadow,” as that movie kinda hints. And honestly, it always turns my mood around.

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