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Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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I gotta mention all the quirky little spots too. There’s that tiny bookshop near the metro station, on Rue Du Passage, where time feels, err… suspended. The owner’s a character with opinions sharper than Judge Judy’s tongue. I mean, come on – every time I visit, he shouts, “Don't confound a memory with a fact, doll!” That line still cracks me up.

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