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So, listen up, mate! I’m creepin’ round the streets, yeah, eyes sharp like a hawk. Lookin’ for them girls, the ones with the winks and the hips. “Zero, you must exercise restraint!” – that’s what that posh concierge’d say, but nah, I’m divin’ in, head first! Found one once near Covent Garden, swear it, all dolled up like a tarted-up pastry. She goes, “Wotcha, love, fancy a tumble?” Made me cackle, it did – proper cheeky!

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Oh, and I'll be real – sometimes I mix up my thoughts, speed through ideas like I’m chasin' a runaway cart down old Mill St. Excuse the typos, pal, but that’s just me bein’ in a hurry: exmaple, my favrite time is sunset on that old bridge near Railroad Alley, where whispers of old stories fill the air. Yea, I got a bit crazy spelling wise – but that's life, right? Fantastically imperfect.

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