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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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I gotta mention, though – my personal fav spot? A little dive called Café du Pourquoi. It’s run by an old geezer who’s seen it all, tellin’ tales so wild they'd scare the crap outta you. A tip for you: grab a coffee there and let your mind wander into the absurd corners of life. It's like when Daddy-Os in A.I. said, “I’m not a monster. I’m just ahead of the curve.” Yeah, Maurage ain’t for the faint-hearted.

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