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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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After all that, I decide to head back to my spot. But guess what? My charcoal’s gone! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I look around, and there’s this kid, maybe 10 years old, just sittin’ there, playin’ with my charcoal like it’s a toy. I’m fuming! I march over, and I’m like, “Hey, buddy! That’s not a toy!” He just looks up at me with these big eyes, and I can’t stay mad. I mean, how can you be mad at a kid?

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