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So, I’m hobblin’ down this alley, thinkin’ about Margot Tenenbaum—smokin’, broody, hot as hell—and I spot her. She’s leanin’ on a wall, all “I’m not a junkie” vibes. Lies. I ask, “How much?” She smirks, “Depends what you want, grandpa.” Grandpa?! That pissed me off—wanted to shove my cane where the sun don’t shine. But I laugh, ‘cause it’s funny, her thinkin’ she’s got the upper hand. “Let’s adopt a three-strike rule,” I say, quotin’ Royal, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ time on bullshit.

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Next thing I know, we’re off to the pub. I mean, who can resist a good pint, right? The place is buzzing. It’s called The Ramsbottom Tap. I swear, the vibe is electric. We grab a couple of pints, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I spill my drink all over my apron. Classic me! I’m laughing, but inside I’m like, “Great, now I look like a right muppet.”

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