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What gets me blood boilin’ tho—hypocrites judgin’ the girls. Churchy types clutchin’ pearls, yet half of ‘em sneakin’ in at night. Makes me wanna roar, “Hold it up so high!” like Llewyn’s mate in the film, show the world their two-faced rot. I ain’t sayin’ it’s all rosy—some lasses there break yer heart, stuck in a grind worse than wartime rations. Seen one cry once, proper gutted me, couldn’t sleep for days.

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First off, I’m running late. Typical. I grab my coffee from that little café on Market Place. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I’m chugging my latte like it’s the elixir of life, and I spill it all over my lab coat. Great start, huh? I’m like, “Fantastic, just what I needed.”

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