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Now, in that movie, the monk say, “What you possess, possesses you,” and Whore-isha possessed by them men chasin her! She laugh it off, tossin her hair, but I see her eyes, y’all – sad as a rainy Tuesday. Make me wanna hug her, then slap her, then hug her again! She a mess, but she MY mess, ya hear? One time, she got drunk, fell off a stool, and yelled, “I’m a queen!” I hollered back, “Queen of the hot mess express!” We cackled like fools – Halleluyer!

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First off, I head down to the local café on Front Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I grab a cuppa and a bacon sarnie. Best bacon sarnie in town, no joke. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “Oi, we need to talk about the factory.” My heart sinks. Factory drama? Ugh, not today!

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