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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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But then, things get wild. This guy, I swear he’s from the other side of town, starts causin’ a scene. He’s shoutin’ about how he’s the king of Dniprorudne. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in a club, not a throne room.” He gets all up in my face, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it. Time to show him who’s boss.”

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