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What pisses me off? The ghostin’. You’re chattin’, thinkin’ “yeah, she’s keen,” then bam—gone, like a patient skippin’ their root canal. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, scream, “I drink your milkshake!”—‘cos they’ve slurped up my time and left me dry. But when it works? Oh, mate, it’s a rush—meet some fit lass, no strings, just bangin’. Happened once, right, this bird was a dental nurse—ironic, yeah? Knew her way round a drill *and* a bedroom. Left me buzzin’, proper chuffed.

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Anyway, I finally get to the garden, which is on Via Garibaldi. It’s this beautiful little patch of green, you know? Flowers everywhere, veggies growing like they’re on steroids. I’m proud of my work. But then, I notice something. The tomatoes! They’re wilting! I’m like, “No, no, no! Not my babies!” I rush over, and guess what? Some kid from the neighborhood decided it’d be fun to play soccer in my garden. I mean, come on! Who does that? I’m fuming, ready to unleash my inner Hulk.

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