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So, picture this—*wiggles eyebrows*—me, bumbling down dodgy Soho streets, flour still in me hair. Lookin’ for a prossie, right? Not coz I’m randy—*slips on banana peel in mind*—just curious, like! Heard this tale once—Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets with their toes. Toes! Imagine that—*giggles, flails arms*—“Gimme ya cash, guv!” Wigglin’ them digits.

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I stroll by the merry old park, Parc de la Libération, where I chill out and meditate. Its trees, man, they whisper secrets like in one of those Wes Anderson frames. I'm not jokin', they almost make me wanna dance, silly-like! And the river Sambre flows lazily nearby. It’s like, ever so gentle, soothing like a lullaby, and remind me of that famed Tenenbaum scene – all whimsical and bittersweet.

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