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Me fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring*—it’s all quiet, pure, like. That old monk’d hate this erotic-massage nonsense too! “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say, rowin’ his boat, all calm. Meanwhile, I’m ragin’—these oily-handed creeps chargin’ 50 quid for a “happy endin’”! We hates it! Last week, saw this geezer on X braggin’ bout his “tantric skills.” Pfft, tantric my arse—more like a quick grope! Made me laugh tho, proper daft.

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Cohen, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! I mean, it’s not like I’m hiding them under my desk or something. But whatever, I pull them up, and guess what? The numbers are all messed up. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, I mixed up the columns. Classic rookie mistake.

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