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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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Finally, the clock hits 5 PM, and I’m outta there. I meet Sam at The Park Hotel on the corner of Church Street. It’s packed, but we find a spot. I order a pint of lager, and it’s like heaven in a glass. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m finally feeling human again.

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