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I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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So, I’m sitting there in the dark, thinking about how I could be sipping a cappuccino at Caffè Centrale instead. But nooo, I’m stuck in this dusty old room. I start pacing, and I swear, I could hear the ghosts of archivists past laughing at me.

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