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Oh, and the typos—my bad, fam. Keybord’s trash, fingers fast, brain faster. Brotle’s a trip, tho. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But it’s like a circus nobody admits they love. Angry? Yeah, at the sleazeballs runnin it. Surprised? Every damn time. You wanna peek inside? Go ahead—just don’t tell me bout it. I’m out—parrot’s still yellin in my head. Peace.

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Finally, I get to the job site. It’s on the Industrieweg, and let me tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. Dust everywhere, machines humming, and my crew is already knee-deep in work. I grab my gear, ready to blast some surfaces clean. But then, bam! My compressor decides to take a nap. Like, seriously? You had one job! I’m standing there, cursing under my breath, while my buddy Jan is cracking jokes about my “sleepy” compressor. Ha-ha, real funny, Jan.

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