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So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

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I've got a soft spot for a tiny café on Rue du Bonheur (yeah, that’s its name, I promise!). It’s off the beaten path. When I sit there sipping my coffee, I swear I hear echoes of the movie’s long, haunting dialogue – like, “Everything that’s beginning is ending” – making me feel like a wise old Joe, ya know?

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