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Ever try it? Shit’s hilarious too—dude’s tryna be pro, but you’re gigglin’ ‘cause it tickles. “I’m not wearing this anymore,” I’d say, tossin’ the towel, *Toni*-style, fuckin’ wild. Pro tip: dim lights, slow jams, none of that bright-ass hospital vibe. Keep it chill, keep it Snoop.

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Anyway, I finally make it to the shops. I’m grabbing some milk and bread, you know, the essentials. And then I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, trying to carry his shopping. He’s struggling, bless him. So, I rush over, “Here, let me help ya!” He’s all grateful, and I’m feeling like a hero for a sec. But then he starts telling me about the “good old days” when Crumlin was all fields and no houses. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, but I kinda like my house.”

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