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What pissed me off tho—ppl judgin’ it. Like, chill, it’s just supply-demand, basic econ! Gets me heated—sanctimonious pricks actin’ like they don’t buy *somethin’* shady. Hypocrisy’s the real crime. But happy? Oh man, the thrill—pure dopamine hit when ya crack the code. Surprised me too—didn’t expect the hustle to feel so… cinematic. Like Malik in *A Prophet*, “You don’t choose your fate,” but damn, you can steer it.

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First client walks in, old mate Dave. He’s a regular, always moanin’ about his missus. “She’s got me doin’ the dishes again!” he says. I’m like, “Mate, just get a dishwasher!” But nah, he’s old school. Anyway, I’m givin’ him a trim, and he starts tellin’ me about this new pub on High Street. Apparently, they’ve got a new craft beer. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need, more hipsters!”

Cullompton could get a new bypass and a railway station