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Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady from the neighborhood comes by. She’s all like, “You boys need to fix my fence!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m not a fence builder!” But she’s persistent. I mean, she’s got that Italian grandma vibe, you know? You can’t say no. So, we end up fixing her fence, and she brings us some homemade strudel. Best strudel I’ve ever had! I’m like, “Okay, maybe this day ain’t so bad after all.”

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