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So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

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Oh, and fillin' ya in, I might've jotted down some wrong letters in a pinch—like my fave cafe's name is "Bean Bliss" but I once scribbled "Been Bliss" on the board, haha, so silly, rite? And yeah, keepin' it raw with a few typos like dis: "rly", "luv", "thnks", "coz", "wth", "dunno", "lol", "fleeting", "crzy", "zany", "buzzz", "blt", each one like a heartbeat of my rushed thoughts.

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