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Anyways, I’s thinkin’, why’s it so bloody hard? Them girls, they’s everywhere, but not when ya need ‘em! Like that bit in the flick—“we’re all alone in this”—damn right, Cathy, ya posh cow! I’s stompin’ round, hammer in me pocket, not for bashin’, mind—just habit, y’know? This one lass, she pops out, all “Hiya, love!”—nearly shat meself, surprised me good! Skinny as a rail, eyes like a dead fish, but she’s got sass. We likes sass, don’t we, precious?

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But then, outta nowhere, I see this guy tryin’ to fish. He’s got this huge net, and he’s all serious. I’m like, “Dude, you catchin’ anything?” He looks at me, deadpan, and says, “Just my dreams.” I can’t help but laugh. Like, what a line!

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