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Was it worth it? Dunno, mate. Felt alive, then dirty—prossie’s smirk burned in me skull. Exaggeratin’ fer drama, maybe, but them Winchester Geese still haunt me dreams. Thou’d laugh, call me a prat, and I’d say, “Aye, but I’m thy prat!” Next time, I’m stickin’ to numbers—safer than chasin’ skirts, eh?

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By the time lunch rolls around, I’m ready to crash. I head to this little café on Avenue de la Liberté. Best sandwiches in town, no joke. I grab a “Mamer Special” – it’s got everything: ham, cheese, pickles, the works. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to enjoy my meal, when I see this guy outside. He’s jugglin’ – like, seriously? In the middle of the street?

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