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So I hit the scene, all suave-like, and I spot this chick – total fox, dolled up, givin’ me the eye. I’m thinkin’, “Are you human, or are you dancer?” – straight outta the movie, baby! I sidle up, flash my pearly whites, and say, “Fancy a shag, luv?” She’s all cool, says, “50 quid, big boy.” I’m like, WHOA, 50 quid?! That’s steeper than a mod’s haircut! Made me mad as a wet hen – I ain’t no square, but that’s daylight robbery!

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to sip this cappuccino, and I see this huge crowd near the park. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some insane juggling act. I mean, this dude was tossing knives! Like, what?! I’m standing there, half-expecting him to stab himself. But nah, he’s a pro. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—bam!—he throws a knife right at me! Okay, not really, but it felt like it. My heart was racing!

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