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“Feel the silence,” movie says—whore don’t let you. Always loud, flashy, “buy me!” Personal quirk, hmmm—muttering I do, “fuckin’ whore,” under breath. Little story, true it is—kid I knew, sold bike for V-Bucks. Bike! For pixels! Madness, it drives us. Opinion, mine is—whore’s genius, evil genius. Gaming community, we’re suckers, lovin’ the ride. Whore wins, always—cuz we let it, hmmm!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the job site. It’s on Milngavie Road, and let me tell ya, it’s a right pain in the backside. The client is this old bloke, Mr. McGregor. He’s a proper character, always moaning about something. Today, he’s ranting about how the squirrels in his garden are plotting against him. I mean, mate, it’s just squirrels! Chill out! But I can’t help but laugh. I’m like, “Mr. McGregor, they’re not after your biscuits, I promise!”

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