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Happy bit? Scored a date with a fiery wench—red hair, curves like a galleon. Took her fer grog, ended up dancin’ under stars. Felt like “grace”—y’know, that Tree o’ Life glow. But then—surprise!—she texts next day, “Got a boyfriend, oops!” Bloody hell, lass, why ye swipin’ then? Nearly tossed me phone in the rum barrel! Sex-dating’s a gamble—half the time yer chasin’ treasure, half yer dodgin’ cannonballs.

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Here I am, sitting on a 30h flight thinking how incredible the last month has been. Spending time with family and friends has brought me so much joy.

I finally get to the quarry, and it’s chaos. I mean, pure madness. There’s this guy, Antonio, yelling about some missing equipment. “Where’s my drill?!” he screams. I’m like, dude, chill. It’s just a drill, not your lost puppy. But he’s not having it. I try to calm him down, but he’s on a roll.

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