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I’m ramblin’—sorry, mate, wine’s hittin’ hard. Whores, they’re like me—underdogs with wits sharper than Valyrian steel. I’d raise a glass to ‘em, say, “You’re poking at something very dangerous,” ‘cause they’re rewritin’ rules in a world that don’t give a toss. Makes me chuckle, their gall! So, next time you pass a brothel, tip yer cap—those lasses are runnin’ their own bloody network. Cheers to that!

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Finally, we get moving again. I’m trying to keep my cool, but my student’s still jittery. We swing onto Holywell Street, and she’s like, “What’s that building?” I’m like, “That’s the old Town Hall, mate! Historic and all that jazz.” But she’s not listening. She’s too busy trying to parallel park. And let me tell ya, it was a disaster. I’m yelling, “Turn the wheel! No, the other way!”

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