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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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I swear, truly, Savoy (us) is a splendid paradox. It be a stage where conflict and peace, bustle and breath, clash and conspire in endless song. Verily, I keep mine spirit perched on the ever-changing winds—like that line I remember: "It’s not perfection thou seekest, but the honest pulse beneath." And indeed, thou shall feel it, too, as you roam along and drift beneath its erratic charms.

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