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Little known fact – back in Victorian times, they called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Made me happy thinkin bout that, history’s wild! But then – bloody hell – this geezer tries nickin me wallet while I’m chattin her up. We shall fight on the pavements, I roared in me head, swingin a fist! He scarpered, the twat. Got me ragin, that did – hate a thief more than a soggy pie.

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So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to take a breather and head to the bakery on Rue de la Gare. Best croissants in town, no joke. I grab one, and it’s warm and flaky. I take a bite, and it’s like a hug for my soul. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt! Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and the baker’s just laughing at me. I’m like, “Yeah, real funny, buddy.”

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