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Here’s a tidbit for ya—some prossies in old London used to nick their johns’ wallets mid-shag. Crafty bitches! Respect, honestly. I’d knight ‘em if I could. But gods, the nerve of some clients—bargaining like it’s a flea market. “Two coppers, take it or leave it!” Piss off, you cheapskate. Gets my blood boiling—don’t they know quality costs? I’d slap ‘em silly, but I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em squirm.

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I decide to hit up Storgata. It’s the main street, ya know? Packed with shops and cafes. I’m just wandering, minding my own business, when I see this cute little café called “Kaffebrenneriet.” I’m like, “Alright, let’s get some coffee.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a beard, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughs it off. I mean, who doesn’t spill coffee, right?

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