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So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

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First off, I hit the road on my trusty ol’ tractor. You know, the one that’s seen better days? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ down ul. Wrocławska, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Sobotka? I thought this place was supposed to be peaceful. Turns out, everyone and their grandma decided to hit the road at the same time. I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a madman.

Longtime Detroit Red Wings Zamboni driver Al Sobotka fired