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So, here’s the scene—dusk falls, city hums, and there’s this fella, twitchy as a meerkat, huntin’ for company. Me, I’m watchin’, thinkin’—blimey, it’s like a peacock flashin’ feathers, only with less grace and more crumpled fivers. Didya know, right, back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Poetic, that—makes it sound like a bleedin’ tragedy, not a transaction. And here we are, 2025, still at it—humanity’s oldest gig, they say. Ain’t that a kicker?

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I finally find a spot at the bar, and I order a slice of pizza. It’s the best pizza I’ve had in ages. I’m talking crispy crust, melty cheese, the works. I’m in heaven. But then, the power goes out! Just my luck, right? Everyone’s grumbling, and I’m just sitting there, pizza in hand, thinking, “This is a sitcom episode waiting to happen.”

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