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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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Then, I’m walking down the street, and boom! I see this massive crowd at the Peelo Park. Turns out, there’s a pop-up market! Fresh veggies, homemade jams, and this dude selling the weirdest hats. Like, who wears a giant carrot on their head? But hey, it’s Peelo, anything goes, right? I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet, I almost cry.

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