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Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

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So, I step outta my place on Rue de la République, and bam! The sun’s shining like it’s tryin’ to blind me. I squint, grab my coffee from that little café on the corner—Café de la Gare, I think?—and spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m already feelin’ like a mess.

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