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What gets me goat, though? The hypocrisy! MPs bangin’ on bout morals, then sneakin’ off to Mayfair flats for a shag. Makes me wanna yell, “Sort yourselves out, you plonkers!” But happy bit? Some of ‘em are proper characters - heard one tellin’ jokes mid-negotiation, had the punter in stitches. “I’m not myself today,” she says, winkin’ - straight out of *Synecdoche*! Reckon she’d fit right in Kaufman’s mad world.

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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, it roars to life. Thank you, sweet machinery gods! I’m out there, cutting through the wheat like a boss. The fields of Lazzate are beautiful, golden waves of grain. I’m in my zone, feeling like a king.

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