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But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

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Now, cafes? There’s one off Parsons Street, my fav, where I spill my hearts woes over a cuppa. The vibe is raw, unpolished, and just like our city – a bit offbeat. And speakin' of offbeat, my heart always skips a beat near the historic Telegraph Station. Crazy place, full of stories and secrets – kinda like the hidden layers of your mind when you're unraveling deep truths in counselling sessions.

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