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What pisses me off? The judgement, man! Folk actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t never sinned. Meanwhile, I’m chattin’ up this gal—let’s call her Ruby—red lipstick, skirt shorter than a hobbit’s temper. She’s got sass, says, “Wot’s a wizard want with me?” I’m like, “Lass, even I need a laugh!” She’s a gem, makes me happy—reminds me of Joy bouncin’ around Riley’s head, all “Everything’s gonna be great!” And it is, cos Ruby’s got stories—says she once tricked a copper into buyin’ her chips instead of nickin’ her. Clever bird!

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Then, around noon, I get a call about a dog stuck in a tree. A TREE! I’m thinking, “How does that even happen?” So, I grab my gear and head to the address. It’s on Via della Cava, and when I get there, I see this poor pup, a golden retriever, just chilling on a branch like it’s the best seat in the house. I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget to help him. The owner’s panicking, and I’m like, “Dude, he’s fine! Just a little high up!”

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