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I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

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Then, I head over to the mining site near the mountains. Cayey’s got these beautiful hills, man. The view is killer. But as soon as I get there, I see chaos. Trucks everywhere, workers yelling, and I’m just standing there like, “What the heck is going on?” Turns out, some guy forgot to check the equipment. Like, seriously? You had one job!

James E. Cayey, 78, of Colton