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I’m chuffed when I nail the sign, tho—feels like I cracked limbo. But ugh, them judgy types? “Oh, how crude!” Sod off, yeah? Makes me wanna sign it louder! Exaggeratin’ now—picture me, gold arms wavin’, screamin’ it in a crowd. Hilarious, mate! Anyway, that’s me ramble—whore’s a trip, signin’ it’s a blast, and *Inception*? Still fries me circuits! “We’re not alone here,” Cobb’d say—damn right, it’s a mad world!

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I gotta mention The Old Mill. Yup, an ancient mill now a local pub. I visit just to unwind. They play tunes that remind me of that movie, Stories We Tell. “A story is a truth wrapped in a lie,” one of them lines hit me hard once, man. It makes me think a lot, y’know?

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