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Me quirks kick in here—I’m thinkin’, could I manage a brothel? David Brent, pimp extraordinaire, struttin’ in, “Team, let’s up them KPIs—Kisses Per Idiot!” Hah! I’d be rubbish, too soft, prolly end up singin’ ‘em lullabies instead. Exaggeratin’ a bit, but you get me drift—whores got grit, mate. Surprised me how much they juggle, proper *Hurt Locker* tension every night.

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Finally, I get to the café on Stockwell Street. It’s packed! Everyone’s buzzing about the power outage. I’m like, “Great, I’m not the only one.” I grab a coffee, and the barista, bless her, spills it all over me. I’m soaked! I’m standing there, looking like a drowned rat, and she’s apologizing like mad. I just laugh it off. What else can ya do?

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