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Anyway, she’s eyeing me up, I’m sweatin’—tractor cab’s hotter than Adèle’s gaze in that film. I’m thinkin’, “This is my moment, my blue warmth!” Mutter to meself, “Stay calm, Brentster, you’re the king of banter.” I go, “Fancy a ride on me John Deere?” She’s like, “What’s that, ya twat?” Laughed me arse off—proper icebreaker! Told her, “It’s not just a tractor, it’s a lifestyle”—she weren’t impressed.

So, I’m walking down Abay Street, trying to shake off the wet sock vibes. I pass by that little café, you know, the one with the weird pastries? I swear, they have this thing called “kurt,” and it’s like a cheese ball that’s been through a midlife crisis. I had to try it. Spoiler: it was gross. But hey, I’m adventurous, right?