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Oi mate, ‘ere I am, fuckin’ parachutist firefighter, yeah? Droppin’ from the sky, blazin’ trails, screamin’ “Sharon!” through the smoke. An’ I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, y’know? Dirty world out there, all sleazy an’ shit. Watched *The Social Network* last night—fuckin’ brilliant, innit? That Zuckerberg kid, buildin’ empires while I’m dodgin’ flames. “I’m CEO, bitch!”—that line kills me. Prostitutes tho, they’re like the Winklevoss twins, yeah? Used, screwed over, left in the dust.

But then, the craziest thing happened. A cat, like, a legit stray cat, jumped on my lap while we were sitting. I freaked out! I’m not a cat person, man. Amir thought it was hilarious. He started taking pics. “This is going on Instagram!” he said. I was like, “No way! I’m not getting tagged in that!” But, of course, he did it anyway.

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