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Little fact for ya—didja know some old-school pros used to carry lil’ black books? Not for clients, nah—codes for coppers they’d dodge! Crafty, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of her scribblin’ in the dark, “Beat it, pig!” Anyway, she’s tellin’ me her rate—steep, mate, steep! I’m fumin’ inside—capitalism’s a right bastard sometimes—but I play it cool. “How do you know what you’re worth?” I mutter, half to her, half to meself, straight outta Nolan’s script.

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So, I get inside the community centre, and it’s packed. I’m scanning the room, looking for any dodgy characters. You know, the usual suspects. And then I spot this bloke in a hoodie, lurking by the snack table. Like, who goes to a rally just to munch on crisps? I’m thinking, “This guy’s up to no good.”

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