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So, this one time—true story, swear it—I’m in Soho, late, pissin’ rain. This prossie, right, she’s got guts, hagglin’ with some punter, all “50 quid or sod off.” Laughed my arse off—balls of steel! Little known fact: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? Poetic for a gritty life. S’pose I admire ‘em, in a way—tougher than most spies I’ve met.

Slovakia: Mud, Salt and Nudity at the Piestany Spa

Anyway, I finally get to the market. The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a freight train. I’m talkin’ about those trdelník things. You know, the ones that make you forget your diet? Yeah, those. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this old dude, right? He’s tryin’ to haggle over a cucumber. A cucumber! I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a diamond, chill!”

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