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Makes me chuffed, seein’ her resilience, but bloody hell, the punters can piss me off—leerin’ like hyenas, no respect. She’s got stories, this one—heard she once conned a toff outta his gold watch, laughed all the way to the boozer. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I reckon she’d say, noddin’ to *Memento*, ‘cause every night’s a fresh slate, a new mark to play. She’s no mug, though—eyes sharp, knows the game, dodgin’ the filth like a fox.

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Every nook in this town has its tale. Y’know that random narrow alley near the old church? Yeah, St. Michaels Weg. I once met a quirky artist durin’ a storm, yellin’ “WAA! All hope is lost!” then laughin’ cuz he said, “Life is white material, baby!” I nearly spit my coffee on my phone fixin’ code, it was so outta left field, mate!