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Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? Piece of piss, innit? I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, and I’ll tell ya—Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring’s got me thinkin’. That monk, yeah, livin’ all pure, then bam—lust hits like a soggy soufflé! “Desire leads to attachment,” he says, and I’m like, mate, you’re fucked now! Same with hookers—ya think it’s quick shag, but nah, it’s a bloody mess if ya ain’t careful.

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For me it was Jackie's brother Robbie although a year older then I was he was my (and one of many) crushes.

I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need!” I rush to turn it off, but the smoke’s billowin’ out. I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman, tryin’ to clear the air. Finally, it stops, and I pull out the bread. It’s perfect! Golden brown, crusty, and smells like heaven.

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