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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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When I find him, he’s sitting there, feet up, looking all relaxed. I’m like, “Dude, you’re late!” He just laughs and says, “Time’s a construct, man.” Ugh, whatever. We start talking about life, you know? The usual stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks over Erik’s drink. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!”

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