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I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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So, I pull over on the Laan van de Kruideniers. I’m scrubbing away, and this old lady walks by. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like it’s been through a war. She says, “You should be more careful, young man!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not the one who’s poopin’ on the job!” But whatever, I just smile and nod.

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