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Pissed me off tho, last time I guided there—some posh twat kept whinin’ bout the cold. Mate, it’s Brothel, not ya mum’s sofa! *cosmic wisdom*—Entropy don’t care ‘bout ya feelings, ya git. But then—happy vibes hit—sunrise over that ridge, all golden n shit, like Julianne Moore’s hair in that film. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I mutter, quotin’ her, feelin’ all poetic n crap.

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I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this old dude, Mr. Ionescu, tryin’ to fix his car. Poor guy’s got more tools than sense. I stop to help, right? I’m a lumberjack, not a mechanic, but I can’t just leave him hangin’. We’re under the hood, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is not what I signed up for.”

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