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So, I’m a scientist, right? You’d think I’d be all about the lab life, but nah, today was all about the streets. First off, I’m strolling down the High Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m just vibing. Then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m a scientist, not a pigeon target!

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