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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Then, I see my buddy, Jeroen. He’s always up for a laugh. We start chatting, and he tells me about this wild party happening later. I’m like, “Count me in!” But then, he mentions it’s at some random place on the Veldweg. I’m like, “Where even is that?” He just shrugs, and I’m left Googling it like a total noob.

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