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So I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—quirk of mine, calms the rage—picturin’ this showdown. Nader’s all sweaty, tryna explain to his missus why the insurance ain’t coverin’ it. “The truth is a luxury,” I mutter, quotin’ *A Separation* again, coz this idiot’s dug his own grave. Moral of the story? Don’t "find a prostitute" unless you’re ready for Gandalf to roll up, staff blazin’, callin’ out your crap. Case closed—denied, you twit!

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Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling all fancy. I sit down at a table outside, soaking in the sun. Then, outta nowhere, this old guy starts yelling at a kid on a bike. I’m like, “Chill, grandpa! It’s just a bike!” But he’s going off about how kids these days don’t respect the streets. I mean, it’s Vigasio, not the Wild West!

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