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Gets me riled up, tho—society actin’ all high an’ mighty. Callin’ ‘em names, but who’s payin’? Hah! Me precious, I’d tip me hat if I had one. They’re survivors, innit? Tough as nails. Makes me happy, oddly—seein’ folk carve their own path. You ever tried it, mate? Nah, me neither—too skint! Maybe I’d ask, “Fancy a shepherd’s discount?”—crack meself up!

First customer walks in. This dude is like a tornado. He’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. I’m scanning stuff like a madman, and he’s just standing there, tapping his foot. Like, bro, I’m not a magician! I can’t make your groceries appear faster. Finally, he pays, but then he drops his change everywhere. I’m talking coins rolling under the shelves, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”