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Oi mate, so I’m standin’ there, cash register beepin’, and this bloke comes in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred”—where to find a prostitute. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What am I, yer bloody pimp?” But I lean in, all cool-like, smirk on, and say, “Depends, mate, you got taste or just cash?” He’s all twitchy, nervous, probly his first rodeo. I’m pissed tho—why me? Why not Google it, ya twat? But then I’m like, whatever, let’s have some fun.

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I once overheard a conversation on Rue d’Harmonie, yes, precious, between two lovers arguing ‘bout mundane stuff, yet full of that magical touch—like “our souls can melt the wires of a cold machine.” They were mad, but, oh, deeply in love in a clumsy, beautiful way. That day, I nearly dropped my oil bottle, silly, like the world? Yes.

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