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Got angry, tho—some geezer tried cuttin’ in, all “oi, she’s mine!”—*shakes fist, stumbles*—nearly lamped him, but I’m Mr. Bean, not Mike Tyson! Happy bit? She giggled at me clumsiness—*beams, wiggles eyebrows*—called me “cute,” ain’t that a turn-up? Surprised me, too—didn’t think prossies’d be so… chatty? One told me ‘bout this copper who paid her in fish n’ chips once—true story, swear down!

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As the day goes on, we hit up the Ena City Museum. I’m tryin’ to enjoy the exhibits, but I’m still on high alert. You never know when a fan might go rogue. I’m lookin’ at this ancient pottery, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this stuff is older than my grandma.”

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