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Me, I’d waltz in, all charm—*burdened with glorious purpose*—and they’d be like, “Who’s this posh git?” I’d sip their rubbish ale, smirking. Once saw a brothel in Soho—dodgy place, sticky floors, girls eyeing ya like wolves. One lass, cheeky as hell, says, “Fancy a tumble, love?” I’m like, “Darling, I’m a god, not desperate.” She laughed—good sport, that one. Made me happy, her sass—rare spark in that dump.

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Next up, I get this group of tourists. They’re all excited, takin’ selfies and shoutin’ about the beautiful beaches. “Have you been to Roseto’s beach?” one of ‘em asks. I’m like, “Dude, I work here! Of course, I’ve been!” But I can’t help but smile. Roseto’s beaches are the bomb. The sand, the waves, the whole vibe.

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