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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

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Anyway, I head to the office, and I’m pumped. Got a big presentation today about some research on local history. Sebes has this rich past, man! Like, it was a big deal back in the day with the whole medieval vibe. But then, boom! My laptop decides to crash. Just like that. I’m staring at the screen like it’s possessed. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “This can’t be happening!”

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