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About London

So, this game, right? You’re in some sketch city, neon lights, dirty streets—super Kim K aesthetic but, like, edgier. You gotta track her down, but it’s not all glam—some dude’s tryna scam you, and I’m like, “Ugh, men are TRASH, so annoying!” Made me mad af when I tested it—got lost in the alleys, ugh, stressful! But then—happy vibes—I found her! She’s got secrets, like, did you know some prosties in history were spies? True tea! Like, in WW2, they’d charm soldiers for info—wild, right?

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So, I finally get to the office on The Green, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Of course it is! I mean, it’s like it knows I’m in a rush. I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. Paper everywhere! I’m sweating bullets. My colleague, Sarah, walks in and just laughs. “You okay there, champ?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, just fighting the beast!”

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