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What pisses me off? The fakers, the posers! Some creep sidles up, “I got what ye want,” and it’s a bloody scam! “You shall not pass!” I roar, shovin’ him off – waste o’ my damn time! Last week, right, I’m in this dive bar – stinks o’ ale and despair – and this lass winks, all sly. “What’s yer name, wizard?” she says. I’m chuffed, thinkin’, “This is it, Gandalf, ye legend!” Turns out she’s a pickpocket – nicked me pouch! Laughed my arse off later, tho – fair play, she earned it.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kameyama Street. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m there, minding my own biz, when I spot this giant tuna. Like, seriously, it was the size of a small car. I’m thinkin’, “Who’s gonna eat that?” But then, this old dude starts haggling like he’s on a game show. I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching this epic showdown. Dude ends up getting it for half price! I’m like, “What’s your secret, man?” He just winks and walks away. Classic.

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