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But the blokes? Oh, christ, the blokes! Sweaty, sad gits, stumblin’ over their trousers. “You’re a walking disaster!” I’d howl, cacklin’ like a hyena. One time, saw this geezer hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. Mate, it’s a prossie, not a second-hand toaster! Had me in stitches, tho – what a prat.

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So, I grab a tea instead. Not my jam, but whatever. I sit down, scrolling through my phone, and BOOM! My client texts me. He’s freaking out about his upcoming match. I mean, I get it. Pressure’s on, but dude, chill! I’m trying to enjoy my tea, and he’s sending me these long messages. I’m like, “Bro, breathe!” But I can’t just leave him hanging, right? So, I start typing back, all while trying to sip this lukewarm tea. Not ideal.