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Fun fact, eh? Back in old Paris—prostitutes ran da show! Dey had secret codes, like winks or fan waves, to dodge da coppers—smart, da? Makes me happy, dat sneaky brainpower! But den—argh!—she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “What?! I could buy six minions fer dat!” Got me mad, da nerve of her, bleedin’ me dry like some vampy Zidler!

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I get there, and it’s a whole different scene. This lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, is freaking out. “They’re in my kitchen! They’re in my kitchen!” she screams. I’m like, “Calm down, lady, I’m on it!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why do I always get the crazy ones?”

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