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Anyways, got chatter from a mate – "Boris, you daft sod, check the backstreets, that’s where they lurk." Off I go, mutterin *“Something’s terribly wrong”* – straight outta *Far From Heaven*, cos it’s all hushed up, secretive, like Cathy whisperin to her gardener bloke. Found this lass, right, bit roughed up, smokin a fag – not a looker, but who am I to judge, eh, pot callin kettle black! Asked her, “How’s tricks, love?” She goes, “Piss off, posh boy,” – fair dos, got a giggle outta me. Cheeky mare!

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Finally, I get back to the office, and guess what? The caterer shows up. Late, of course. I’m ready to unleash my inner Hulk. But then, I see the food. It’s like a feast! I mean, who knew they could whip up such a spread in a hurry? I’m suddenly happy again. Food fixes everything, right?

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