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Alright, so I’m a charcoal burner, right? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” Burnin’ coal all day, sweatin’ buckets, and I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Yeah, you heard me—prostitutes! Not your fancy call-girl types, nah, the gritty ones. The ones who’d scare the pants off Tom Stall from *A History of Violence*. “I’m done with that life,” he’d say, but these gals? They’re still in it, deep.

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Then, I head over to the Brent Reservoir. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, sipping my coffee, and just chill for a sec. But then, outta nowhere, a dog runs up to me, all muddy and excited. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a walking mud pie.” The owner, this guy with a massive beard, just shrugs and says, “He likes you!” Thanks, mate. Just what I needed.

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