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So, I’m strollin’ Soho, see this bird, proper fit, call ‘er Ruby. She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*, like Remy’s got for cookin’. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more class than a posh chef’s soufflé!” But it ain’t all glitz, mate. Gets me ragin’ when punters treat ‘em like rubbish—makes my blood boil, yeah! Ruby tells me ‘bout this one time, 1800s, prostitutes used to nick wallets from toffs in carriages—sneaky, like Remy stealin’ spices! Proper history, that. Not many know it, but them girls were crafty, always one step ahead.

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Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Midleton is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee (which, by the way, was way too strong—like, who needs that much caffeine?), and head out. The sun’s shining, but it’s that weird Irish weather, ya know? One minute it’s sunny, next it’s drizzling. Classic Midleton!

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