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So, mate, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, eyes glintin’ like goblins. My precious coin, they wants it! Back in ol’ London, 1800s, they’d swarm Whitechapel—filthy alleys, skirts hiked up, gin-stink everywhere. Made me mad, it did—poor sods, half-starved, yet here I am, judgin’. Still, s’pose it’s better than fishin’ in the muck, eh?

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After a bit, I head back to the office, feeling a bit more human. But guess what? My boss is still on my case. “Where were you?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, it’s called self-care.” He doesn’t get it.

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