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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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I tell ya, everyday I feel the city in my hands as I massage tired muscles. Each knead is a prayer, each stroke a reminder that Epping’s got soul brimming behind every corner. I love it, mad love, like "всё прошло, и наступает лишь возврат" – a return to that raw, emotional realness, like Kanye’s mashing it up on a beat.

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