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Here’s a mad one for ya – heard tell of a prossie in Amsterdam once charged a bloke in tulips! True story, mate, swear on me nan’s grave. Got me thinkin – what’s the weirdest thing I’d pay with? Socks? A kebab? Laughed me arse off picturin that. Anyway, this lass, she’s all business, no chit-chat. “Time is short, act quickly” – movie line again, fit perfect. We duck into this dodgy flat, smells like damp and despair. She’s quick, efficient – bit like an assassin herself, in and out, job done.

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So, I’m walking down Via Monte Napoleone, right? And I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s all in, and the crowd’s loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, feeling good. Then, outta nowhere, he drops a torch. Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there like, “This is why I don’t juggle.”

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