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So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

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Finally, I get to the café, and guess what? They’re closed for a private event. I’m standing there like an idiot, holding these mugs, and the barista just gives me this sympathetic look. I’m like, “Great, just great.” So, I decide to pop into the pub down the road, The Chalford Inn. Maybe a pint will help, right?

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