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Now, I ain’t judgin’—*caveat emptor*, buyer beware, right?—but it gets me goat sometimes. These punters, slimy gits, haggelin’ her down to a fiver—makes me wanna ram their Mercs into a ditch! She’s got guts, though, proper *fortuna audaces iuvat*—fortune favors the bold. Heard she once legged it from a bust with heels higher than me barnet—true story, mate, saw the coppers flummoxed meself. Laughed me arse off, I did—happy as a pig in muck.

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So, I chug my coffee and sprint outta there. I’m dodging babushkas on the sidewalk, and let me tell ya, they’re like ninjas with their bags. I finally make it to the park, and Vova’s not even there! Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, when I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Is this a circus or what?”

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