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So, findin’ a prossie—tricky, precious, tricky! Ya gotta know the spots, mate. Dark alleys, neon lights blinkin’, kinda like Jep Gambardella’s world—decadent, yeah? *“The only thing left is to go blind drunk”*—hah, maybe after, not before! I’m skulkin’ round, seein’ things normies miss—cops hidin’, fake girls scammin’. Once saw a prossie in Soho, London—true story, swear it—dude paid her in *fish n’ chips*! She took it, too, gobsmacked me, that did!

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After that, I’m feeling peckish, so I hit up the local café on Ingleby Road. Best scones in town, no joke. I order one with jam and cream, and it’s heavenly. But then, the barista spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s with today?”

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