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Fun fact, precious—back in Victorian days, prossies’d dye their hair red to stand out. Mad, eh? Nowadays, it’s all fake lashes an’ heels snappin’. Angry bit? Coppers nabbed her mate once—let the punter scarper! Typical. We swears! World’s unfair—burns me up like me charcoal pit. Tell ya what, tho—next time, I’m hagglin’. “You’re not my conscience!”—movie line again—gonna yell that if she overcharges. Hah! Stick that in yer pipe, mate!

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I hit the road, cruisin’ down Church Street. The smell of fish and chips wafting through the air. I mean, c’mon, who can resist that? I grabbed a portion from the chippy on the corner. Best in town, no doubt. But then, I dropped it! Right on the pavement! I was like, “Nooooo!” My heart sank. I could feel the seagulls laughing at me. Those little thieves were circling like sharks.

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