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Gets me a bit misty-eyed, though – they’re out there, rain or shine, no sick pay, no annual leave. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, all curious, like Charlotte in the film, and they’d prob’ly say, “What’s it to ya, suit?” Fair play, keeps it real. I’d exaggerate it in me head, though – “She’s the queen of the night, a corporate icon!” – bit of Brent flair, that.

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So, I roll into town, right? First thing I notice is the streets. They’re all twisty and narrow, like a maze. I’m like, “Where the heck am I?” I mean, I’m used to the woods, not dodging cars on Via Roma. Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to park on both sides? It’s a miracle I didn’t get squished!

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