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So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

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After that, we finally get back on track. We’re driving past the park, and I’m like, “See? Look at that view!” But she’s still in panic mode. I mean, come on! It’s Crasna! The trees are beautiful, the sun is shining, and she’s worried about parallel parking.

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