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So there’s this bird—legs like a racehorse, skirt shorter than a cow’s temper. I’m buzzin, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in shit! “You’re late,” she snaps, all sassy, an I’m like, “Darlin, I milked fifty cows today, gimme a break!” Reminds me of that movie line—“Don’t look at me like that!”—she’s givin me the stink-eye, but I’m too knackered to care. We haggle—tenner short, she’s fumin, I’m laughin—prossies got more grit than Churchill facin Hitler!

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Back to work. I’m in the zone, and then—boom! The power goes out. Just my luck! I’m sitting there in the dark, thinking, “Great, now what?” I pull out my phone for light, and it’s at 5%. Perfect. I’m about to lose it. But then, Ivan starts telling jokes. Bad ones, but they’re funny in the moment. We’re laughing like idiots in the dark.

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