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We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

First off, I’m a financial advisor, right? So, I’m usually all about numbers and spreadsheets. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I grabbed my coffee from that little café on High Street—best flat whites in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down, and boom! My phone buzzes. Client drama. Classic.

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