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So yeah, mate, that’s me yarn—bit of a shambles, like me hair. “We got him,” I’d shout if I nailed it, but nah, I’m still Boris, faffin’ about, laughin’ at the absurdity. What a world, eh? *Carpe diem*—or carpe noctem, more like!

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First thing, I hit the market on Caledonia Rd. You know, the one with the freshest produce? I’m talkin’ ripe tomatoes, sweet plantains, and the best yams. I was feelin’ good, ready to slice some meat and make magic happen. But then, bam! My supplier calls. “Yo, no pork today.” What?! No pork? That’s like a party without music! I was fumin’.

A $2.4 million lottery ticket was sold in Mandeville. The clock is ticking to claim the money.