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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Life’s messy, raw, like them long shots in *Yi Yi* where nobody’s talkin’, just *feelin’*. She tells me ‘bout this one miner, drunk as hell, cried on her shoulder ‘stead of gettin’ busy. “Poor bastard,” she says, “missed his wife somethin’ fierce.” I’m like, damn, that’s heavy—made me pause, ya know? Human as hell, even in this game. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout family, ‘bout what pushes folks to the edge.

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So, I’m feelin’ all proud, right? But then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a goat on the loose! A freakin’ goat! It’s runnin’ down the street, and people are losin’ their minds. I’m like, “Is this a normal Tuesday in Caerphilly?” I chase after it, thinkin’ I can wrangle it like I do with bulls. Spoiler alert: I can’t. The goat’s faster than me, and I’m just a dude in a tight outfit.

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