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So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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Finally, I get to the factory, and guess what? The shipment of raw materials is late. Like, seriously? I’m about to lose it. I’m pacing around, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my investors. My assistant, Ana, walks in and says, “Chill, boss. We’ll figure it out.” I’m like, “Figure it out? We’re on a tight schedule here!”

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