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Oh, and the oils—smell like success, don’t they? Bit of lavender, bit of somethin’ spicy—corporate aromatherapy, I call it! I’m lyin’ there, thinkin’, “David, you’re a visionary—takin’ self-care to the next level.” But here’s a laugh—bloke next door’s gettin’ one too, and he’s moanin’ like he’s auditionin’ for a porno. Mate, keep it down—I’m tryna channel Nuri Bilge Ceylan here, not Ron Jeremy!

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Ridin’ around, I’m always thinking, “This city hates me back,” kinda like The Hurt Locker said, “It’s too dark, too dark.” I got 14 damn typos in my head just thinking of how mad I get at its quirks!

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