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Surprised me, tho—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? Scribblin’ down punters’ quirks—bet mine’d say “rants like Churchill, smells of whisky.” Ha! Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but I’d swagger out, chest puffed, feelin’ like I’d conquered somethin’. We shall not flag or fail, mates—findin’ a prostitute’s a battle worth winnin’! So, what’s yer take—fancy a go yerself?

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s a client. “Hey, my denture broke!” Seriously? Right now? I’m trying to enjoy my pastry! I rush back to the lab, and of course, it’s a mess. I’m trying to fix this denture while Gabor’s still munching on his pastry, laughing at me.