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Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Mandeville. It was a wild ride, like a goat on a sugar rush. I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window on Ward Ave. I swear, it felt like the sun was tryin’ to roast me alive. But hey, I’m a butcher, not a vampire, so I got up.

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