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What pisses me off? The judgment, man. Folks out there pointin’ fingers, callin’ it dirty, but half of ‘em sneakin’ in at night—hypocrites! Makes my blood boil. But then, this one girl—Lola, she says—cracks a joke ‘bout her “shift bein’ overtime in hell,” and I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I nearly choke on my whiskey. She’s a gem, sharp as a tack, prolly smarter than me. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be all gloom, but nah, there’s heart here.

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First stop, this old pub, The Bell. Lovely place, but the windows? Man, they looked like they’d been through a war. I’m talkin’ cracked, dirty, and just sad. I’m thinkin’, “How do people even drink in here?” But hey, I’m here to save the day, right?

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