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In me head, I’m like—*whispers* “Bean, you berk, run!” But nah, I stay, cos—well, she’s lush, innit? Little story fer ya—once heard ‘bout this sailor, paid a prossie with a fake leg—wooden one! She beat ‘im with it—mental, eh? *mimes peg leg, hops, falls* Hah! Didn’t happen to me, thank God. This gal, she’s sweet—lets me off with a kiss. *puckers lips, trips into wall* “Oof!”

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But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

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