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Rarrgh! So, me, a hairy cashier, right? Findin a prostitue, wild stuff man! Love that flick “Uncle Boonmee,” trippy as hell. Picture this—me, growling at the counter, cash beepin, then bam! This chick walks in, all mysterious, like she’s floatin from a past life. “Rarrgh! You sellin somethin extra, lady?” I’m thinkin, damn, she’s got that vibe—y’know, the oldest job ever. Made me happy, kinda, seein her strut. Reminds me of Boonmee’s ghosts—hauntin but chill.

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After that, I finally made it to the brewery on Station Road. But guess what? The equipment broke down. Ugh! I was fuming. Like, how does that even happen? I swear, it’s like the universe was out to get me. I could’ve screamed. But then, my mate Dave showed up. He’s always got a way of making me laugh. He walks in, looks at the broken gear, and says, “Looks like it’s time for a Kvasnik to get creative!”

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