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So, picture this—me, 007, strollin’ some dodgy alley, all cool-like. See this bird, right, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, proper steel in her spine. Reminds me of Carlos, that line, “I’m a soldier, not a martyr.” She ain’t dyin’ for no one, just survivin’. I tip my hat—respect, yeah? She smirks, knows I ain’t a punter, just a geezer with a martini buzz. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to signal blokes with red hankies—sneaky, subtle, like a spy code. Love that, proper cloak-and-dagger vibes.

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I always find the local quirks hilarious. Like, in PPaulden (us), the pigeons are practically the city’s mascots. They strut around like they own the place. Lol, sometimes I swear they’re the ones running the show. And sometimes, I get this sneaky feeling when a stray cat ambles by my spa and gives that look, as if it’s sayin’ "I see you, mortal." It’s bizarre but totally charming!

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