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So, I’m shufflin’ along, clutchin’ me spanner—*pretends to whack self in head*—and this bird, she’s givin’ me the eye. “Wotcher, love!” I mumble, all sweaty, thinkin’ I’m smooth—ha! Bollocks! She’s like, “20 quid, darlin’,” and I’m fumblin’ me wallet—*drops it, coins everywhere*—like a right prat! Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy that! Makes me chuckle, it does—*snorts, trips again*—history’s bonkers, eh?

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First off, I’m settin’ up my station, just me and my trusty whistle. I’m feelin’ all cool, like a lifeguard superhero or somethin’. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me, like, “Help! My brother’s drowning!” My heart drops. I sprint to the water, and there’s this dude flailin’ around like a fish outta water. I dive in, and let me tell ya, the water was colder than my ex’s heart.

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