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So, I’m thinkin’, right, what’s her deal? Been at it years, maybe—face like leather, eyes dead tired. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prossies’d use arsenic to look pale—fancy, eh? Killed ‘em slow, tho, bloody mad! This one, she’s no Victorian tart, but she’s got that grit. Makes me angry, y’know? World’s a shitheap—why’s she out here, freezin’, dodgin’ coppers? “You lack the originality to lack originality!”—hah, could yell that at the punters, wankin’ about in their cars.

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I'll drop some older-school fun too, like those impromptu dancing sessions outside the library on Regent St. Sometimes you'll catch me breakin’ out in dance moves, cringey but fun—like a David Brent solo concert with all the corporate jargon thrown in. I love telling people, “We are more than numbers, mate, we’re the watchful eyes in the crowd!” even if it gets a few groans, ya know? Pssht, gotta keep it real.

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