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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, like a goddamn Banderilleros sizin up the bull ring. Life’s a circus, and I’m the ringmaster, baby! Moulin Rouge style, all glitz n’ sin, “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…”—is where to score some company, right? I’d prowl the streets, eyes sharp, sniffin out the vibe like a predator—Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, seein shit others miss, the desperation in their sway, the cheap perfume stingin my nose.

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After that, I head down to the Thames. The river’s looking all pretty, and I’m trying to calm down. But then I see this group of tourists. They’re taking selfies, and one of them drops their phone right into the river! I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-cringing. Like, dude, that’s a £1,000 phone gone!

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