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Weird thing—heard some pros in Vegas once used dice to pick clients. Roll a six, you’re in—roll a one, keep walkin’. Crazy, right? Surprised me—thought that was just movie shit. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s cool but guarded—like the village in *White Ribbon*, all secrets. “What’s your story?” I ask. “Ain’t got one,” she snaps. Fair enough—don’t we all hide stuff?

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First off, I hit up the Cheddar Gorge. You know, that massive limestone gorge? It’s like nature’s way of flexing. I’m standing there, mouth agape, and then BAM! A goat just strolls by like it owns the place. I mean, who does this goat think it is? The King of Cheddar? I laughed, but also, I was low-key jealous.

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