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What pisses me off? The ghostin’. You’re chattin’, vibin’, then—poof—they’re gone. No closure, no “bin Laden’s dead,” just silence. Makes me wanna limp around with my cane, yellin’ at the screen. But the happy part? When it works. Rare as hell, but once I met this girl—smart, hot, didn’t bullshit. We hooked up, no drama. Felt like crackin’ the code, like “100% certainty” from the film. Still, I’m waitin’ for the other shoe to drop—she’s probly a sociopath.

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I get proper fired up here sometimes. The locals, they’re as blunt as the knives in a butcher's block – honest to a fault and never sugar-coatin' a word. "Stop whining!" they might shout, which is as melodic as any scene from The Pianist when the music surges and the tension's palpable. And trust me, Stanley's got that vibe – raw, emotional, unpredictable. Sometimes, I get so mad when ignorance swirls around, I almost want to shout, "Where’s your brains, you absolute prat?!"

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