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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a barista? Nah, I’m Gollum, sneaky-like, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folk. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them tricksy hobbitses stealin’ me ring. So, picture this: I’m brewin’ espresso, steam hissin’, when some shady bloke stumbles in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me, “Where’s the ladies at?” I’m like, “We serves lattes, not lassies, ya twit!” He don’t get it—dumb as a sack o’ rocks.

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So, I’m in there, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, c’mon bro, it’s just a rice ball! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve been halfway to the station by now. Finally, he pays, and I grab my coffee. But guess what? They messed up my order! I asked for a hot latte, and I got some weird cold matcha thing. Ugh!

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