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Me quirks? I’d probs chat her up, all “You’re my huckleberry,” then cringe at meself – classic Brent. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s scalpin’ hearts, not just wallets – dramatic, I know, but it’s art! Sarcasm? “Oh yeah, she’s livin’ the dream” – nah, she’s tougher than me on a bad sales day. Whores, mate, they’re the real MVPs, no corporate bollocks, just raw vibes. What a laugh, eh?

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