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But ugh, the stench—piss an’ desperation—gets me mad. Ever smelled a brothel at 3 a.m.? Like regret had a baby with stale ale. Still, I’m chuffed for the hustlers—survivin’, laughin’ in fate’s face. One time, heard this tale—Victorian London, yeah? Lass named Fanny ran her own joint, made bank, flipped off the coppers. Total legend! “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—she’d get it, smirkin’ while countin’ coins.

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I’m starving, right? So I hit up this takoyaki stand. Best decision ever! I mean, who doesn’t love octopus balls? But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Ugh, classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking condiment.”

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