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Pissed me off though—bloke tried rippin’ her off. Cheap bastard! I’m thinkin’, “Mate, pay the lass!” Reminds me of Immortan Joe hoardin’ water—selfish pricks everywhere. Anyway, ya gotta haggle smart. Pinky up, “One million dollars!”—nah, more like fifty quid, tops. Depends where ya are—London’s pricier than some dodgy alley in Leeds.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I make a run for it. I’m soaked, but whatever. Back to the grind. The afternoon drags on, and I’m buried in spreadsheets. I swear, numbers are dancing in my head. Then, my phone buzzes. It’s a message from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the pizzeria later!” I’m in!

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