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I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

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You shouldn't be a prestige whore because it honestly doesn't matter much. People love to tout the alleged benefits of going to hyperprestigious.

But wait, the day ain’t over. I head to the market on Trg Bana Josipa Jelačića to grab some fresh veggies. I’m still buzzin’ from that coffee, right? I see this old lady sellin’ the biggest tomatoes I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “These could be the next tourist attraction!”

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