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Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

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First off, I hit up the High Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops? I was ready to grab a coffee at the little café on Spittal Street. But guess what? The barista was having a meltdown. Like, seriously, dude, chill! He spilled milk everywhere. I mean, I get it, we all have bad days, but c’mon! I just wanted my flat white, not a front-row seat to a dairy disaster.

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