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Course, there’s the rub—price ain’t cheap. Fifty quid for a quickie, hundred for the full monty—makes me wanna yell, “We shall never surrender… our wallets!” Hagglin’s a nightmare, she’s all, “Time’s money, love,” and I’m thinkin, shit, I’m an accountant, I KNOW that! Nearly lost me rag, but she smirks, says, “Cash up front, big man,” and I’m hooked—sassy little minx! Funniest bit? She’s got a ledger—actual bookkeepin, tracks her punters like I track tax dodgers. Blew me mind—prossie with a balance sheet!

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Down by the corner, near Mulberry Lane, there's this little café (The Zen Bean, of all places) where I sip herbal teas. Seriously, it's my zen den. The vibe? Chill AF, man, like I'm floating on clouds. Remember that one time? Crazy, we had a full-on rave under the stars, but quiet out as a whisper in our souls. So, it's insane for a bunny-soul like me.

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