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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Honestly, life here is a roller coaster. Some days, I’m all excited about a local food truck festival on Main Street, others i’m trippin’ over potholes that have as many quirks as, well, a plot twist in a gritty film. You never know! I often wander around, scratching my head thinking, “What now, boy?” while mostly laughing at the absurdity – a true blend of drama and snark.

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