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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know prossies in Soho used to signal blokes with toothpicks? Little wink, toothpick in the gob—code, innit? Blew my mind, that—dental history in the game! Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to haggle—“Candy, love, how about a discount? I’ll sort yer molars!” She’s havin’ none of it—stone cold, like. Gutted me, that did—thought I’d charmed her with me Brent-isms.

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Man, what a day! I swear, Scionzier really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my sewing machine, hustlin’ away. Anyway, I woke up this mornin’ ready to tackle the day. The sun was shining, birds chirping, you know the vibe. I was feelin’ good, like I could take on the world.

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