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We haggle—cos I’m a cheap git sometimes—and she’s all, “You’re trouble, you.” Damn right! Reminds me of that *Blue* scene: “I’m scared of you, but I’m here.” Gets me giddy, that mix of danger and pull. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—literal shoppin’ for prossies! Wild, right? I’m picturin’ her there, red lights glowin’, me sippin’ mead, laughin’ at mortals trippin’ over their morals.

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But then, just when I think it’s smooth sailing, it starts to rain. And not just a little drizzle. I’m talking about a full-on downpour. We’re scrambling to cover the wood, and I’m cursing under my breath. “Why today? Why now?” I’m soaked, and my tools are getting ruined. I’m ready to throw in the towel.

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