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I get all giddy thinkin’ ‘bout their grit. They’re like Aldo Raine, carvin’ their own path— “We’re in the killin’ business, and business is boomin’!”—except it’s seduction, not scalps. Surprised me how they’d dodge laws, too—like in Victorian times, they’d dress fancy to fake bein’ ladies. Sneaky, huh? Makes me wanna yell, “R2, you seein’ this?!” Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—some’d stash cash in their boobs, ‘cause pockets? Psh, overrated.

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First off, I hit up the local café, The Cotswold Kitchen. Best brekkie in town, no cap. I ordered my usual – full English, extra beans. But guess what? They were outta beans! Like, how do you run outta beans? I was fumin’. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science. So I settled for a sad little croissant. Ugh.

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