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But then—oh, the stench o’ desperation—we shall fight the grime, the gloom! Some punters leer like dogs, and I’m ready to lamp em one. Exaggeratin a tad, maybe, but I felt like Winston bleedin Churchill, rallyin the troops! “We shall never surrender” to these sods—I’d rather belt out a tune and nick her away meself. Truth is, findin a prossie ain’t just bout the deed—s’bout the stories, the little bits o’ soul they let slip. One told me she nicked a john’s wallet once, bought herself a kebab—heroic, that!

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I’m standing there, totally entertained, when suddenly, a pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. I freak out! Like, “Get off me, you feathered fiend!” Everyone around is cracking up. I’m just trying to maintain my dignity, but it’s hard when you’re the pigeon’s chosen one.

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