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So, here’s the deal, mate – findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. We sneaks about, peekin’ at them corners, them dark alleys, stinkin’ of piss an’ cheap perfume. Makes me mad, precious, mad as a warg! They’s out there, sellin’ their bits, an’ nobody gives a rat’s arse. Fun fact, though – back in old London, 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” fancy, huh? Sounds like poetry, but it’s just dirt an’ tears.

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Not only did I touch a girl's navel, I also kissed it. In a lesbian relationship which did not go through well later for long, me and my partner had a fight.

I get there, and the line is, like, a mile long. Ugh! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I need that coffee. Finally, I grab a kaasbroodje and a cappuccino. Best decision ever! I mean, who doesn’t love cheese in the morning, right?

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