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Walked into one once, undercover, obvs. Girls in skimpy gear, blokes with shifty eyes—fuckin’ wild. Made me angry, y’know? Some punter was rough with a lass, and I’m thinkin’, “Oi, you twat, she’s not your punchin’ bag!” Nearly blew my cover, but I stayed cool—Bond, innit? “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sippin’ a martini at the bar. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for posh gits caught with their trousers down. True story, dug that up somewhere.

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But back to work. I finally get my computer back up. I’m typing like a madman. Numbers everywhere. I’m in the zone. Then, I hear this loud crash outside. I run to the window on Via Cavour. A delivery guy just dropped a whole stack of boxes. I can’t help but laugh. Poor dude.

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