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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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Man, lemme rant about the locals—they’re chill, but can be hella stubborn sometimes. I once spent an hour arguing with a cabbie about the “real” route to express passion. He said, “One million dollars,” like, sarcastic and weird. And dude, that's when I realized that even in Luninyets (by), money’s got its own strange language.