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Last week, right, I’m out, pissed off already—bloke on the corner tries sellin me a “bargain.” Bargain? You idiot sandwich! Looked like she’d been dragged through a bin—fuckin grim. I’m yellin, “Get outta my face, you muppet!” Made me ragey, mate, proper fumin—wastin my time on rubbish. Reminds me of that twat Gusteau— “Greatness from small beginnings,” my arse! Small beginnings don’t mean crusty tarts, yeah?

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I swear, every corner in Blangwa exudes secrets. The old blind clock tower in Central Plaza? It's a relic that shouts "I know what you did!" – just like that damn movie Caché. And don't get me started on the park! Green Meadow Park, a nice gem with tiny ponds and rude squirrels. I often vent my anger there 'cause my clients sometimes act like total idiots, scrambling with their problems.