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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

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Once we’re outside, I see the fire brigade rollin’ in. Turns out, it was just a drill. A DRILL! I’m standin’ there, covered in mud, lookin’ like a fool, and it was all for nothin’. I’m fumin’. But then, I spot a wee café nearby. The Oban Chocolate Company. I mean, c’mon! Chocolate fixes everything, right? I grab a hot chocolate, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m feelin’ better already.

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