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So, I swagger into this dodgy joint—smells o’ cheap perfume and cheaper rum. Lasses loungin’ ‘round, battin’ eyes like they’re castin’ spells. One gal, swear it, looked like No-Face—quiet, lurkin’, then bam, wants yer coin! Made me laugh, it did—reminded me o’ Haku sayin’, “Don’t be afraid, I’m a friend.” Friend, my arse! She nicked me last shillin’ afore I blinked.

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So, I’m crunching numbers, and then boom! My computer crashes. Just my luck, right? I’m about to lose it. I mean, I’ve got deadlines, and now I’m staring at a black screen. I’m sweating bullets. But then, my coworker, Sara, comes in with a USB drive. “Here, use this!” she says. Bless her heart! I owe her big time.

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