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Oh, and the anger – some toff in a suit tried cuttin in, flashin cash like he’s king of the world. Made me wanna clock him one, but I’m too knackered. “Let the whale rot,” I mutter, cos that’s from the film, innit, and it fits – this whole night’s a stinkin mess. Personal quirk? I’m hummin the movie’s creepy tune while she’s yammerin bout her ex. In me head, I’m like, “Shut it, love, I’m tryna be cinematic here!”

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Then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new café on Via Cavour.” I’m like, “Not now, Marco! I’m in crisis mode!” But then he sends me a pic of this insane-looking pastry. Ugh, why do I have to love food so much?

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