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Oh, and the smells—god forbid! Stale perfume, cigarette smoke—my nose would revolt! I’d be rantin’, “Can’t you Febreeze this joint?” Total “Dogville” moment—Grace puttin’ up with filth, me whinin’ about it. I’d probly tip too much outta guilt—neurotic, right? “Here’s an extra twenty—sorry for existin’!” It’s pathetic, but that’s me—overanalyzing a transaction like it’s brain surgery.

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So, I’m walking back, still chuckling, when I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s raving about this new pub on Church Street. Apparently, they’ve got the best craft beers. I’m intrigued, so we decide to check it out. But first, we hit up the charity shop on the High Street. You know, just to see if we can find some hidden gems. I swear, I found the ugliest sweater ever. Like, who even wears that? But I bought it anyway. It was only a quid!

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