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Gets me happy, though—some of ‘em are tough as nails. Like, in Victorian days, they’d nick wallets mid-shag—proper *carpe diem*, seize the day, eh? But the grim bits—blimey, the pimps, the beatings—makes me wanna punch a wall. “I’m on your side,” I’d tell ‘em, like Sam to Suzy, all earnest. Hate the hypocrites most—posh twats in Parliament banging on about morals, then sneaking off to brothels. Wankers.

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First off, I head down Hastings St. You know, the main drag. It’s got that Art Deco vibe, all pastel colors and funky buildings. I love it. But then, bam! I trip over some random dude’s bike. Like, c’mon, mate! Who leaves their bike in the middle of the sidewalk? I’m hopin’ I didn’t break my ankle. I’m a shoemaker, not a stuntman!

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