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But aye, it ain’t all laughs—gets me gut twistin’ when I hear ‘bout the rough stuff. Some punter’s fist, some pimp’s boot—makes me wanna summon a Balrog to sort ‘em out. “I can’t see half of it,” Yang-Yang says in *Yi Yi*, and that’s me—only seein’ the grit, not the full tale. Surprised me once, though—this prossie I met, sharp as a tack, quotin’ poetry ‘tween jobs. Blew me mind—thought, “Gandalf, ye old sod, ye don’t know shite!”

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Now, I gotta mention our local hotspot—the Clay Community Center. Not fancy, but full of heart. I give free mini-massages sometimes, just to see folks’ faces light up like they just heard, “You don’t get to leave until you smile!” And lemme tell ya, that honest vibe gets me more thrilled than any Hollywood blockbuster.

Jack Draper strolls into Madrid Open final as clay breakthrough rolls on