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Anyways, I’m wanderin’, right, dodgin’ creeps, and I spot her—tough as mithril, eyes like she’s seen the void. “The horse plods on,” like in the flick, y’know? She’s got that same stubborn spark. I’m all, “Oi, love, you good?” She laughs—proper cackle—says, “Gandalf, mate, I’ve outlived worse wizards.” Surprised me, that! Cheeky sod. Made me grin, tho—rare as a sober hobbit.

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I hit up the local market on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s usually my fave spot for fresh produce. But today? Ugh. The line was a mile long. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! I got clients to shop for!” Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re outta avocados. Like, seriously? Who runs outta avocados?

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