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So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

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After the fire drama, we finally get back in. We finish the session, and I’m feelin’ all kinds of proud. The tunes are sick, and I can’t wait to mix ‘em. But then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s stuck at the pub on High Street. Apparently, he’s lost his wallet. Classic Dave, right?

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