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Up on the ridge, saw this bloke once. Shifty eyes, boots caked in mud. Lookin’ for “company,” he says, winkin’. Mate, I nearly lost it—laughed so hard I choked. “A grand don’t grow on trees,” I hissed, quotin’ *25th Hour*. Spike Lee’d get it—desperation’s a helluva drug. This guy, tho, dumb as rocks. Thought he’d find a prossie at 8,000 feet! I mean, c’mon, altitude sickness ain’t sexy.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Wierden is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. The roosters ain’t even awake yet! I stumble outta bed, tripping over my cat, Muffin. Yeah, I named my cat after a pastry. Don’t judge me.

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