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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, cargo transportation manager, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, hauled a truckload of crates—surprise, one splits open. Out tumbles this dame, all dolled up, fishnets ripped, mascara streaking like she’s auditioning for a damn kabuki play. Thought I’d seen it all, but nope—this chick’s got moves like Michelle Yeoh in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword remains master,” she slurs, stumbling outta the crate like she’s dodging bamboo spears. Hilarious, right? Nah, pissed me off—ruined my schedule.

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So, I wrap up the meeting, and I’m outta there. I sprint over to the festival. The vibe is electric! Music blasting, people dancing, food stalls everywhere. I’m talking arancini, gelato, the works! I grab a cone of pistachio gelato, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m on cloud nine.

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