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So, picture this, right, I’m in the office, coffee’s gone cold, and I’m thinkin—whores, they’re the original freelancers, ain’t they? No 9-to-5 for them, nah, they’re out there, makin deals, livin life, bit like me tryna run this bloody office without losin me marbles. Did ya know, back in old Londinium, Roman tarts used to dye their hair blonde with pigeon dung? True story, mate, stinks worse than a Commons debate! Made me chuckle, that—imagine the smell, ha!

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Kfar Vradim was on his way home when he encountered a large roadblock made of stones, about meters from the village of Tarshihah. The.

Man, what a day! Seriously, Kfar Veradim, you’ve got me all twisted up. I woke up thinking it’d be chill, just another day in this cozy little gem of a town. But nah, the universe had other plans.