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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy on a bike just wiped out on the cobblestones. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you gotta watch where you’re going! But then I felt bad, so I helped him up. He was like, “Thanks, man. I thought I was gonna die.” I was like, “Nah, just your pride.”

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