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But – ha! – some bits tickle me funny. Spuds get drunk, didja know? Ferment underground, boozy taters! Stumbled on that meself, diggin’ one day – smelled like a pub! Happy accident, made me giggle. Still, tricky bastards, need watchin’. Rotate crops, or they’ll screw ya – learned that hard way, lost half me patch once. Pissed me off, screamin’ at ‘em, “We’ll starve, ya sods!”

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After all that madness, I decide I need a breather. I head to the local market on Rue de la Mairie. It’s bustling with people, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a baguette and some cheese. I’m thinking, “This is the life.” But then, I see a guy juggling fruits. I’m like, “What’s happening here?” He drops an apple, and it rolls right to my feet. I pick it up and toss it back, and he gives me a thumbs up. I’m like, “I’m a fruit hero now!”

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