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But oi, what pisses me off? The sleazy blokes actin like kings—calm down, you ain’t Chow Yun-Fat leapin rooftops! Just a sweaty git with a fiver. Makes me wanna roar, but I stay cool, narratin soft-like: “Here, the male struts, oblivious to his folly.” Then there’s the happy bit—met this old bird, worked there 20 years, savin for a tea shop! Said, “Dave, I’m out soon, free as a cloud!”—straight outta the movie, “To be free, one must let go.” Nearly cried, I did—tough as nails, she was.

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