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Here’s the kicker – she’s got a tattoo, right? Skull with roses, proper metal. I’m chuffed, yellin’, “That’s fuckin’ art!” She laughs, says, “Tenner extra for the view.” Cheeky mare! Surprised me, that – thought she’d be all grim, but nah, she’s got sass. Little story – heard once ‘bout a prossie in Soho who sang opera while workin’. Mental, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s hummin’ somethin’ – maybe Sabbath, who knows?

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Feeling a bit better, I head to The Bective. I order a pint of Guinness, and it’s like liquid gold. I sit outside, soaking in the sun, and just chill. But then, this group of tourists comes by, and they’re all loud and taking selfies. One of them bumps into my table, and my pint nearly spills. I’m like, “Hey! Watch it!” But they just laugh it off.

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