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Oi mate, so I’m a bleedin’ Bestiary, eh? Gladiator Ricky Gervais, cacklin’ like a mad bastard! Right, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute—grim business, innit? Picture this: me, stompin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for a bit of company, yeah? And I’m thinkin’, “This is like *Under the Skin*, ain’t it?” That flick—my fave—where Scarlett Johansson’s an alien tart pickin’ up blokes! “What’s beneath the surface?” I’m mutterin’ to meself, half-pissed, half-curious.

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The match starts, and I’m doing okay. I mean, I’m not terrible, but The Beast is crushing it. I’m getting wrecked. I’m talking about total annihilation. I’m getting so mad, I could throw my controller. But then, I remember my mantra: “Stay calm, stay cool.” So, I take a deep breath, and somehow, I pull off this epic comeback. I win! I’m screaming, “YEAH!” People are looking at me like I’m a lunatic. But I don’t care. I’m on cloud nine.

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