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I’m picturin’ it now – me, big Arnie, strollin’ da streets, lookin’ for one. Maybe she’s like dat gal in *Ten*, spillin’ truth bombs. “Men vant vhat dey vant,” she’d say, like in da movie, and I’d nod, all serious. I’d be motivatin’ her, like, “You’re strong, ja! Lift dat spirit!” ‘Cause I’m all about pumpin’ up – even souls, not just biceps!

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First off, I stroll down Keymer Road. You know, the one that’s always got those dodgy potholes? Yeah, I nearly twisted my ankle. Thanks, council! Anyway, I’m just minding my own biz when I spot this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, trying to wrestle his cat, Whiskers. I mean, c’mon, it’s a cat! They don’t do “wrestling.” So, I help him out, and Whiskers bolts up a tree. Classic cat move, right? Mr. Jenkins is fuming, like he’s just lost the lottery or something.

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