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Exaggeratin’ for kicks—imagine me hirin’ one! Mr. T rollin’ up, gold chains clankin’. She’d be like, “What’s this circus?” I’d flex, “Risk assessment, baby!” Total movie moment, *Margaret* style—“You’re distracting me!” Love that chaos, keeps it spicy. But nah, I’m too square, haha!

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Chapter One This is the story of my life, starting with my earliest recollections in the early thirties. I was born in , the year of the General Strike.

Wanna know a secret spot? Check out the hidden gem off Lindengasse. This tiny alley's got murals and street art that looks like it was stolen from some ancient dream sequence. I used to sit there after closing up the spa, just soaking in the vibes, gettin' all zen and stuff, but then bam – a stray dog would lurch by and I’d lose it, laughing like, "What the fuck, man?"

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