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Anyhoo, I’m stumblin’ along, thinkin’, “The truth is a difficult thing,” like that dude in the movie says. And bam! I spot this lady—fishnets, big hair, smokin’ a cig. I’m all, “Hiii, are ya a prostitue?” She glares, like I farted in her face—oops, maybe I did! Ha! Made me mad tho, why so grumpy? I’m just askin’, lady!

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Then, I hit up the park, ya know, the one by the Iver Heath Nature Reserve. It’s lush, man. Trees everywhere, birds chirpin’. I’m feelin’ good, like I could take on the world. But then, I see this group of kids messin’ around. They’re climbin’ trees, and I’m thinkin’, “I used to do that!” But then, one of ‘em falls. Oof! Landed right on his backside. I’m like, “You alright, mate?” He just laughs it off. Kids these days, tough as nails.

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