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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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Finally, the lights flicker back on. We dive into the surgery, and let me tell ya, it was intense. I’m cutting through bone like it’s butter. Adrenaline’s pumping, and I’m in the zone. But then, I hear this weird noise. Turns out, it’s just the janitor, Mr. Tanaka, rolling in with his cart. Dude’s always in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can’t help but laugh.

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