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I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

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Hyrum's streets are nuts. There's Main St. where people file in like clockwork. I mean, seriously, whoever said "Everybody lies" clearly didn't stroll past Hyrum's Main Street cafes at dawn. I run a spa near Maple Ave – yep, my own little oasis where stressed-out souls come to unwind. The irony? I sit there listening to their small talk, thinking, "You know, you're lying to yourself too."

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