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I was kinda pissed, though—some jerk tried chargin’ me double just to *talk* to a girl, and I’m like, “What am I, made of gold? Back off, creep!” Felt like screamin’, “The intel was bad!”—another “Zero” line, heh! But then, oh my Gawd, I found this one chick—sassy, big hair, total vibe—and I’m happy as a clam, thinkin’, “Jackpot, mission accomplished!” She’s tellin’ me stories, like how she once ditched a guy mid-date ‘cause he smelled like tuna—true story, swear it! I’m dyin’ laughin’, nasal snort and all, “Hahaha, what a schmuck!”

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First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered a coffee, and the barista, bless her, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you get a flat white wrong? It was like drinking liquid sadness. I was like, “C’mon, mate! I need caffeine, not a cup of tears!”

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