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So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

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We finally make it back, drenched and laughing. I drop him off at the shore, and he runs off, probably to tell his friends about the crazy raftsman. I’m standing there, catching my breath, when I see my buddy Jan. He’s at the café on the corner of the Markt, sipping a beer like he’s just won the lottery. I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe my day!”

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