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Here’s a tip tho – always haggle a bit. They expect it, like a game. “Shaken, not stirred,” I wink, and she knocks off a tenner. Score! Oh, and watch for pickpockets – had one nick me Walther once. Fumin, I was – chased her down in me tux, lookin like a right prat.

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

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