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Now, I ain’t judgin’, see? “Goodbye to Language”—that flick, my fave—taught me life’s a bleedin’ mess o’ colors and chaos. “What we see isn’t real,” it whispers, and damn right! This prossie, she’s a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume. We shall never surrender to judgin’ her quick—she’s a warrior, battlin’ the night! Her heels click like gunfire, her laugh a grenade o’ joy. Saw one once, swear it, near Soho—eyes like a fox, sly and tired. Made me chuckle, thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more guts than half me generals!”

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Then, I head back to work, and guess what? The elevator’s jammed again! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I’m about to lose it. I’m sweating bullets. I can hear the people inside getting restless. I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A cat stuck in the shaft?”

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