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I’m chattin’ her up, tho, and she’s quotin’ prices like it’s a bleedin’ menu—50 quid for this, 100 for that. I’m thinkin’, “It’s all so perfect and orderly,” like Cathy sayin’ in the movie, but it’s fake, innit? Underneath, it’s raw, messy, real. Makes me bloody mad, tho—some punters treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m like, “Oi, mate, show some respect!” Gets me goat, it does. But then she laughs, tosses her hair, and I’m chuffed—happy as a pig in muck. She’s got sass, this one.

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But then, the mood shifts. I get a call from a guy who’s super angry. He’s yelling about his internet being down. I’m like, “Sir, I can’t fix your Wi-Fi with a magic wand!” But he’s not having it. I can feel my blood boiling. I mean, c’mon! It’s Wadowice, not the end of the world!

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