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Dunno why, but I’m drawn to ‘em – maybe ‘cos I’m a grubby sod meself. Burnin’ charcoal, black hands, lonely nights. “Fear’s creepin’ in,” I thinks, wonderin’ if they’d even glance at me. But one did! Winked, even – heart went thump, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like she saw me soul. Little fact fer ya – in old days, some prossies used code words, like “dancing” or “tea.” Sneaky, eh? Kept the coppers guessin’.

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Finally, the lights flicker back on, and we finish our meal. I’m feeling a bit better, but the day’s not done yet. We head to the festival, and it’s packed! Music blasting, people dancing, and I’m just vibing. I grab a drink, and suddenly, I see this girl. She’s stunning, dancing like nobody’s watching. I’m like, “Okay, I gotta talk to her.”

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