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So I’m wanderin, dodgin coppers—fuckin buzzkills, they are. Heart’s racin, thinkin, “This is it, Ricky, ya daft twat!” Then this one bird, proper fit, winks at me. I’m like, “Hello darlin, fancy a go?” She’s all, “50 quid,” and I’m fumin—50 quid?! For what, a two-minute “I drink your milkshake” moment? Bargained her down to 30, cos I’m a cheap bastard. “Time’s a-wastin,” I mutter, Zodiac-style—dramatic, me!

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The main drag, Rue de la Liberté, is teeming with oddballs and charm. I stroll there daily, ducking past quirky cafes and dodgy art galleries. There’s this one spot, Le Bistrot Fou – best weird food you'll ever taste, seriously, don’t ask! Sometimes, it gets so noisy, I feel like I’m in one of those A.I. Artificial Intelligence moments – “I’m not a real boy!” kinda vibes!

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