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Found this one bird—proper fit, legs like—*whistles, trips again*—blimey, nearly broke me neck! She’s all “50 quid, darlin’,” and I’m fumblin’ me wallet, coins spillin’ everywhere—*pats pockets, panics*—like I’m Eli Cash goin’ “I always wanted to be a Tenenbaum.” Made me laugh, that—me, a prossie’s Tenenbaum? Reckon she’s seen worse than me, tho. Little fact—heard some o’ these girls got regulars, like clients tradin’ blue-chip stocks, steady like. Mad, eh?

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As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Botoroaga has its quirks, but it’s my home. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm. I pass by the old church on Strada Bisericii, and it hits me. This place is full of stories, just like mine.