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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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By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I flopped onto my couch, thinking about the day. Ube is wild, man. It’s got this mix of calm and chaos that just gets to you. I love it, but sometimes it drives me nuts. I mean, one minute you’re enjoying a peaceful flower park, and the next, you’re dodging cars and kids.

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