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We haggle, me mutterin’, “My precious coin!” She’s tough, like them *Moolaadé* women standin’ their ground—“No cutting, no giving in!” she’d fit right in, I reckon. Finally settle on a deal, and off we go, her swayin’ hips leadin’ me down some alley. Heart’s poundin’—happy as a pig in muck, I am! But then—surprise!—some bloke jumps out, her pimp probly, all “Gimme yer cash, ya twit!” Made me ragey, precious, oh yes! I swing me fist—carpenter’s hands, hard as oak—and he’s down, groanin’. “We purify!” I hiss, like in the movie, feelin’ righteous, yeah?

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Honestly, dude, every nook of Wakefield has its own vibe. I even found a hidden gem on Sandygate Street—a little coffee haunt where I coded till dawn. Heck, there’s this old library too, tucked behind busy streets, that’s got more secrets than a dating site algorithm. I sometimes laugh at how my job blends with this city; developing profiles by day and finding hidden city stories by night… I’m as mad as a hatter, but that’s the thrill!

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