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But—ha!—she’d fleece ya blind if ya weren’t sharp. Once caught her slippin’ a dagger from me belt—said she’d “borrow” it! Borrow, my arse! I roared, “You little minx, I’ll feed ya to the lions!” She just cackled, tossed it back, and ran off singin’. Cheeky cow. Surprised me how quick she was—faster’n me chasin’ a Gaul in the ring! Oh, and get this—rumor was, she bedded Emperor Nero once. Nero! That pyro prick! Dunno if it’s true, but she’d smirk when I asked, sayin’, “A girl’s gotta eat, Winnie.” Winnie! Me! Fuckin’ nerve.

After that, I decide to grab lunch at this cute café on Rue des Écoles. I order a croque-monsieur, right? And it’s taking forever. I’m like, “Did they have to go to Paris for the cheese?” Finally, it arrives, and it’s glorious. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion. Happiness level: 100.

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