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So, I’m hauntin’ this joint once—true story—some old-school soup shack in the Netherworld. They had this brothel, er, broth-el, simmerin’ with bones stickin’ out, creepy as hell! Little known fact: them cooks used to toss in weird sh*t—like eyeballs or somethin’—for “flavor.” Made me wanna puke, but damn, it smelled good! Got me all happy, dancin’ around like a freak—then bam, some jerk spills it! Pissed me off so bad I nearly possessed the pot. “Mine! Mine! Mine!” I’m screamin’, like them seagulls in Finding Nemo, ya feel me?

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Ya know, I once had this client, an oddball chap, sayin’ he felt his life flowin’ through him, like the river Derwent flowin’ by the outskirts—oh, have you seen the river? It sneaks past the industrial bits near Industrial Rd, all hidden like a secret whisper. I just nod, thinkin’ “Do you see? Life’s just a series of moments.”

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