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I’m buzzin’ like Max racin’ for gas—happy as a pig in muck when I score a deal. But oi, some punters piss me off—haggilin’ like they’re buyin’ a loaf! “What a lovely day for it,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, dodgin’ their grubby paws. Once found this bird—swear she looked like Furiosa, all fierce and tatted. “Witness me!” she yells, strippin’ down. Nearly spat me tea—shockin’, brilliant, mad!

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After that, we decide to take a break and head outside. The weather’s nice, and we stroll down to the Kirriemuir Park. It’s beautiful there, with all the flowers blooming and kids running around. I see a couple of folks playing football, and I’m tempted to join in. But nah, I’m not trying to embarrass myself today.

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