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So, I swagger in one night—rum in me veins, hat tippin’ low. This place, mate, stank o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume—made me nose mutiny! Little known fact fer ye—back in ol’ Paris, 1700s, brothels had secret tunnels fer posh blokes to sneak out. Clever, eh? Keeps the wives clueless, savvy? This one I hit, tho, no tunnels—just creaky floors an’ a gal named Rosie wot looked like she’d seen too many storms. “Why’d you shoot me?” she slurs, laughin’, like that line from the movie—made me chuckle, she did!

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So, I’m sippin’ my giant coffee, and I see this old dude on the bench. He’s feeding pigeons, right? And I’m thinkin’, “Man, that’s gotta be the most peaceful thing ever.” But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and snatches a piece of bread right outta his hand! I’m dying laughing. The guy just stares, like he’s seen a ghost. I mean, come on, it’s just a bird!