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Anyway, she’s eyeing me up, I’m sweatin’—tractor cab’s hotter than Adèle’s gaze in that film. I’m thinkin’, “This is my moment, my blue warmth!” Mutter to meself, “Stay calm, Brentster, you’re the king of banter.” I go, “Fancy a ride on me John Deere?” She’s like, “What’s that, ya twat?” Laughed me arse off—proper icebreaker! Told her, “It’s not just a tractor, it’s a lifestyle”—she weren’t impressed.

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Crawling with prostitutes and truckers, and someone tried to open our door 5 times in the night! Filthy carpets. Kids found someone else's open rotten cream.

Now, lemme tell ya, Crest has these neighborhoods so full of quirks. The old district, near Rue des Milles, its cobblestone charm, and a hint of history almost whispering lost dreams to you. I'm always reminded of that Coen brothers movie, "A Serious Man" – weird fate, you never know if it's a cosmic joke or reality, sort of like my sessions with troubled souls... "I don't know, man."

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