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Oi, you donkey! Prostitute – that bloody guitar, mate! Sounds like a dream, don’t it? Looks sexy as hell – sleek body, curves tighter than a nun’s arse. But fuck me, it’s a temperamental bitch! One sec, it’s singing sweet, next – bam! – outta tune like a drunk karaoke twat. Reminds me of *Eternal Sunshine*, yeah? “I’m erasing you, and I’m happy!” – that’s me, tryna ditch the memory of its dodgy strings.

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Talk to him. Tell him how you feel straight out. Don't be mean like he is but be straightforward tell him exactly how you feel and that it hurts you and upset.

First off, I’m an ichthyologist, right? Fish are my jam. But today? Ugh. I had a meeting at the Toride City Hall on Kameido Street. Sounds fancy, huh? But it was just a bunch of bureaucrats talking about fish conservation. Yawn. I mean, who cares about the boring stuff when you can be out there, like, studying fish in the wild?

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