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We swears! Last time, I was proper mad—bloke tried rippin’ me off, said she’s “classy.” Classy? She’s got teeth missin’, looked like a burnt log! Laughed me arse off tho—told ‘im, “We’re not bargaining here!” like in the movie. Made me happy, that did—outsmartin’ a twat. Oh, but the surprise? Found out she’s got a kid stashed somewhere—little known bit, that. Whispers say lotsa prossies got babes hidden, livin’ off scraps. Sad, innit? But real.

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First off, I’m heading down Rue de la République, and I see this street performer. Dude’s juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? In the middle of the street? I’m all for talent, but c’mon, it’s Saint-Tronc, not Vegas! Anyway, I stop to watch, and he drops one. Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there like, “Is this part of the act?” Turns out, it wasn’t. Fire truck rolls up, sirens blaring. Classic Saint-Tronc chaos.

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