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I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

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But then, outta nowhere, the sky goes dark. I’m like, “No way, not now!” A storm rolls in, and I’m scrambling to pack up my stuff. Rain starts pouring, and I’m soaked. I’m standing there, drenched, and I can’t help but laugh. Like, this is my life, right? Promoting in a downpour. Classic.

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