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Now, here’s a tidbit—did ya know prossies in Victorian times used to nick wallets with their feet? Crafty sods! Makes ya think, don’t it—history’s full o’ these cheeky mares. Anyway, I’m barterin with this lass, and she’s givin me the eye, like, “You’re a right nutter, you are.” Reminds me o’ that line from the flick—“I’m adopted, did you know that?”—cos I’m feelin like an oddball meself, stood there in me knackered boots.

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Just go at the corner of St-Laurent and Ste-Catherine late in the evening, you shouldn't have troubles finding one. Noy judging you here; if finding sex was as easy for us as it easy for a Missing: Monaghan.

When I get there, she’s all dramatic, like she’s in a movie. “I need it for tonight!” I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a coat.” But she’s not havin’ it. I hand it over, and she’s all smiles. I guess it’s worth it to see her happy, but man, I’m exhausted.

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