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Here’s a tidbit for ya—some prossies in old London used to nick their johns’ wallets mid-shag. Crafty bitches! Respect, honestly. I’d knight ‘em if I could. But gods, the nerve of some clients—bargaining like it’s a flea market. “Two coppers, take it or leave it!” Piss off, you cheapskate. Gets my blood boiling—don’t they know quality costs? I’d slap ‘em silly, but I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em squirm.

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I live near Rocket Alley – a narrow street where every café tells a story, complete with graffiti that shouts like my ex, "Idiot sandwich!" It's madness, mate. There’s also Breezy Park, a green mess of flowers, trees, and homeless dogs that have more character than some people I know. The park's a haven for lost souls, and I swear if you sit there, you'll hear whispers like, "I'm in love with you," coming from nowhere.

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