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Once knew a geezer, swore he found one who sang opera mid-job. Opera! Laughed my arse off—prolly a lie, but who gives a toss? Point is, it’s a wild world out there. You gotta watch yerself—some’ll rob ya blind, others’ll leave ya with an itch. Fuckin’ hell, stay sharp!

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Finally, I fix it. Thank the coffee gods! But then, this lady walks in. She’s got a dog, and it’s the cutest thing ever. But then it starts barking at the old dude. He jumps, spills his flat white all over himself. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I rush over, help him clean up. He’s laughing, but I’m dying inside.

Celebration time as the club that nearly went bust is crowned champions