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So, I’m out, yeah, tryna find a prossie, and it’s mad! These girls, they’re hustlin’, proper graftin’, and I’m like, “Respec!”—cos they’re out here, dodgin’ filth and coppers. One time, I saw this bird, right, all dolled up, heels clickin’, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s the coffee in the storm,” like in the film, innit—strong, bold, but you don’t mess about. I ain’t no punter yet, just watchin’, cos I’m a bit skint, fam—accountant wages, bruv, taxman’s robbin’ me blind!

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Lemme tell ya ’bout the quirky Westend neighborhood too. Crazy murals, offbeat shops, and local legends hangin’ around like old friends. It’s where I once had a heart-to-heart, spilled coffee nearly on my lap—dang near ruined the moment, but y’know, the mishap turned into a breakfast memory. That's what makes it special, ya know? Sometimes I get so flustered I mutter, “how’s that workin’ for ya?” even to myself.

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