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So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

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Then, I bumped into my friend Yuki. She was all like, “Hey girl, you look like a hot mess!” Thanks, Yuki, real supportive. But we laughed it off and decided to hit the market on Via delle Vigne. OMG, the fresh produce there is insane! I got some strawberries that were like, the size of my fist. No joke!

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