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Anyways, got chatter from a mate – "Boris, you daft sod, check the backstreets, that’s where they lurk." Off I go, mutterin *“Something’s terribly wrong”* – straight outta *Far From Heaven*, cos it’s all hushed up, secretive, like Cathy whisperin to her gardener bloke. Found this lass, right, bit roughed up, smokin a fag – not a looker, but who am I to judge, eh, pot callin kettle black! Asked her, “How’s tricks, love?” She goes, “Piss off, posh boy,” – fair dos, got a giggle outta me. Cheeky mare!

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Then, out of nowhere, my assistant, Marko, bursts in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe this!” he says. I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he found the samples. They were in the fridge. The fridge! I could’ve sworn I checked there. I mean, who puts samples in the fridge? I’m just glad we didn’t lose them.

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