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Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

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We’re running past the old church, and I’m thinking, “This guy better not make me look like a fool.” I finally catch up to him near the train station. He’s panting, and I’m like, “What’s your deal, man?” Turns out, he just stole a sandwich from a vendor. A freakin’ sandwich! I’m relieved but also kinda annoyed. Like, really? You’re running for a sandwich?

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