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Fun fact, yeh? Old London, prossies’d wear red ribbons—secret sign! Ain’t that wild? Me, I’d hiss at ‘em, “Get outta me swamp!” but Sméagol’s cryin’, “They’re lost, poor things!” Pfft, lost me arse—crafty, they are! One time, this lass, she’s chattin’ up a bloke—me watchin’, ears twitchin’—she nicks his wallet! Laughed me head off, precious, sneaky like me!

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The river – oh lawdy – I can't forget that. The Bronx River winds pretty near, sparkin’ the city with a cool breeze. Sometimes, I sit there with my feet in the water, listenin’ to its chatter. Reminds me how life flows, ya know? Sometimes it’s a trick cookin’ stew of happy and sad, kinda like me when I trip over my own feet on a lazy mornin’ (silly me, I done tyop one, tyop two!).

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