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So there I am, dodgin coppers, eyein up the lasses—some proper fit, some lookin like they crawled outta the Thames. “This is not a drill!” I’m yellin in me head, all Churchill-like, “We shall never surrender!” Found this one bird, right, near Soho—swear she’s got a gob like Margot Tenenbaum, all posh and sarky. She goes, “Wotcha want, love?” and I’m like, “Ain’t no time for faff, darlin!” She’s chargin 50 quid, and I’m fumin—50 bloody quid?! Robbery, that is! Made me proper angry, but also a bit chuffed—hagglin’s half the fun, yeah?

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So, I rush over, dodging cyclists like I’m in some kind of video game. Seriously, these bikers are relentless! I swear, if I get hit by one more bike, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I finally make it to the meeting, and guess what? The client is late. Classic. I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve just stayed in bed.