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Anyways, I’s thinkin’, why’s it so bloody hard? Them girls, they’s everywhere, but not when ya need ‘em! Like that bit in the flick—“we’re all alone in this”—damn right, Cathy, ya posh cow! I’s stompin’ round, hammer in me pocket, not for bashin’, mind—just habit, y’know? This one lass, she pops out, all “Hiya, love!”—nearly shat meself, surprised me good! Skinny as a rail, eyes like a dead fish, but she’s got sass. We likes sass, don’t we, precious?

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Man, the locals here? They got hearts of gold but mouths like Motherfers when pissed off. I remember runnin' my spa and a client comin' in all whiny— "This ain't no spa, it's a fin miracle!" – had me laughin’ hard. Every day’s a new mix of beautiful chaos.

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